Night after night, I hear his voice telling me to rest and go to sleep. Guilt and fear swirling… “I should go to bed but I’m so stressed… ”
I linger there pen in hand and journal on lap.
I just need to… I reason…
Just a few more minutes…
My mind wanders and I scroll on my phone…
Another 30 minutes passes.
Frustrated with myself.
I settled in my heart that it would be the last night.
I say a prayer and ask the Lord for rest… afterall, rest isn’t truly found in the bed or the amount of hours but the Giver of Rest.
I awake the next morning with thoughts afresh… A WORRY JAR!
That’s it: I will grab a jar from the cupboard, write my worries on pieces of paper, offer a prayer… confession and thank him for he will take care of my every need.
Confession: I had put many slips of papers into my jar and it was only half of the day. The jar was almost full.
Time to empty the cup and re-do the worry jar!