when will morning come?
But the tigers come at night
With their voices soft as thunder
As they tear your hope apart
As they turn your dream to shame
This is how my nights are playing out the last few days. The tigers, the demons, the whatever you want to call them are here. They are whispering to me all the lies I have ever believed and some new ones I have never entertained before. They are filling my soul with pain and blackness. I feel like my light, my life-giving energy is being squeezed right out of me.
And it hurts.
The sun is shining in my window and giving me hope that I can reach out to the source of truth and light one more time.
I'm Tracy, a mama with big dreams, crazy ideas, loads of laughter, an insatiable desire to learn, and enormous piles of laundry.
Tracy,
I’m praying for you. And I just e-mailed you some notes from a class I took. I hope they will be helpful. Hang in there. It’s amazing to all of us that one of the most incredible women in the world can be feeling down. But it happens to all of us sometimes. It is miserable.
Thank you Tasha. This is a pretty big battle being waged right now…a lot of my ancestors’ pain is coming out and it is causing me such pain. I think I will go for a walk later today after I am done with my children’s learning time.
Put some praise / worship music on, even if it’s super quiet in the background. It helps.
Thank you for the reminder…I need all the help I can get right now.