Worry

I had one of those nights last night. I woke up, began to worry and then couldn’t get back to sleep.

I hate those nights.

There are no boogey men (if that’s how you spell it), but the worry monster lurked at the edge of my closet with the anger ghost right beside him.

Everyone and everything is grotesquely magnified like the mirrors in the circus fun house. My thoughts stir together like a wicked brew. And they stink. Some nights I know what to do. I get on my knees. Other nights, I lie in bed and let my anxious, angry, thoughts build.

It’s not good. It’s not healthy. It’s not godly.

I’ve just begun a study of Acts. The book covers the history of the New Testament church, but it also describes how the Holy Spirit led and filled the saints for His work.

I need that filling. I need His refreshment. I need to ‘renew my mind.’

Maybe tonight, I’ll get on my knees and renew my mind, even if it is 2AM.

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