Lord,
Every season it seems as if You sense that I’m coasting. Life seems good and comfortable. I kind of have a take it or leave it approach to faith. On the surface, happiness is there. Somewhere in my lukewarm attitude, the bottom drops, and I do too. It’s not been a pretty two weeks. Like a pitcher, I am experiencing a case of the yips. Everything I’ve enjoyed is causing me anxiety. I’m having to fight the fear. Or it would eat me alive. I was told about exposure therapy. I must be in the fearful situation to master it. I must go through the fire to come through victorious. I’ve not backed down before, and today is not the day I start. I don’t know why You put up blocks, but I’m surmising if the answer results in my return to Your arms, it is worth it.
Love yourself enough to fight
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