I hesitate before making this late night post. It’s personal, and not so pleasant. This post will not end with words that will give you, the reader closure. But I share it because I am trying to authentically capture this journey and I covet your prayers. You guys are my community and when I share, you respond on your knees. I thank you in advance.
Two weeks ago, some things began to happen, that on their own would seem forgetable, but collectively seem like too much to just cast aside as happenstance.
Spiders, late at night, began to peek out of their hiding spots and crawl across the windows. And not just a couple…
Guys on their motor bikes began to fly down our quiet street at 12:30 in the morning tormenting all of those trying to sleep. These joy rides have lasted for as long as 45 minutes and they turn around directly in front of our home. We even have tread marks, in our grass, next to our sidewalk. One boy, in particualr, has decided that he also likes to fly down our street during the day.
Sleep has not come easily and the younger three children have had episodes of night terrors. Isaac, in particular, has had periods of sheer terror when left alone upstairs and he doesn’t want to go to the bathroom alone.
Plumbing issues have re-entered our world in a huge way and the issues will not be resolved overnight.
These things alone, would create stress in any home, but collectively, they are derailing us.
Thoughts that have been quiet in our hearts and minds are now screaming at us.
Confidence is giving way to insecurity as we seek answers to all of the questions that plague our decision making.
Instead of moving forward, this husband of mine is overwhelmed with the weight of life. He’s not moving and that scares me.
I feel like we are on the brink of something, but I don’t know what that something is. And I am afraid to find out.
I know we are dealing with spiritual warfare issues and I ask you to please pray.
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