I never thought that my desire to breathe in every aspect of my life would present itself as a physical inability to breathe. I was literally suffocating in my own life. In all the pressures I put on myself to be perfect. In all my tendencies to take on more so no one would notice what I wasn't doing well. In my desire to be the end all and be all to everyone but myself. I thought that's what it meant to be Christ-like. To be like Him, I had to sacrifice everything and have nothing.
My current leg of this journey has proven to me otherwise. God never intended me to be miserable. The Bible professes that we should live life abundantly; so how do you accomplish that when everything you do is to escape life? I am not perfect. I am far from it. I am an over-committed mother, a lackluster student, a neglectful wife, and a so-so friend. I am scared to death of failure. I am mortified that I will end up like every other woman in my family. I am terrified that I will lose everything God has given me thus far. And this is where my real journey begins. . .
