A couple of months ago, I started a new medication and my doctor warned me that one of the side effects was vivid dreams.
Of course my first thought was, āOh no, I donāt want nightmares.ā
So every night, right before I fall asleep, I ask God to protect my dreams. To do what only He can do while I rest.
A few weeks into praying this, I realized I wasnāt just asking God to protect what happens in my mind while I sleep. I was asking him to protect my DREAMS too. The very things I havenāt done yet, the prayers that are still on hold, the words in journals under the category āSomeday.ā
As I walked today and listened to the lyrics of Been So Good, I was reminded how faithful He truly is. A Protector of Dreams, Defender against the darkness, and the dearest Friend Iāve ever known.
I often remind Him that if vivid dreams are the side effect of this medication, to meet me there. In my dreams. I know Heās capable.
Is this part of anyone elseās weekend routine now? š¤£
The end of last year my body was all out of sorts, which sent me on a health journey to get some real answers.
A bunch of vitamins, supplements, and an autoimmune disorder diagnosis later, I find myself organizing pill boxes on Saturdays.
Cheers to all of my other friends out there drinking their greens, standing on vibration plates, taking magnesium, giving up gluten, and filling their pill boxes with omega 3. How did we get here? š And whereās everybody getting their cute pill cases?
#millienials #hashimotosdisease #autoimmune #healthyhabitsforlife #glutenfree
āØThis is 39. (But I will be referring to it all year as THIRTY-FINE, thank you. šš»āāļø).
This morning I sat in church, on a row full of friends, and tears filled my eyes as the worship team started the service with āGoodness of God.ā I opened my hands in gratitude, because I cannot think of any better lyrics to usher in this birthday.
Last night we line danced the night away to celebrate (and I was still in bed by 10:30). The faces you see (and many not pictured) remind me of how rich this life really is. Abundant. I do not take for granted the ability to reach out to my people and say:
Will you pray?
Will you listen?
Will you give feedback?
Will you come with me?
Will you call me out?
Will you dance?
Iām boot-scoot-and-boogieāing right into the last year of my 30s, and I can truly say Iāve seen the goodness of God in the land of the living. (Psalm 27:13)
My cup overflows.
Today was one of those days that didnāt go as planned. Does any day, really? When the sun set, though, the sky turned pink and purpleāa welcomed reprieve from the gray sky weāve had for days. I snapped a picture of it and then came inside to turn the lamps on in the living room. I stopped myself when I realized how magical it felt inside with just the glow of the candles and the twinkle lights. A glimmer of color outside. A glimmer of color inside. A season that brings a thrill of hope.
Days donāt go the way we plan them to, but the plan was never ours to hold. āØ
