Eggshells

For God hath not given us the spirit of fear; but of power, and of love, and of a sound mind. 2 Timothy 1:6-8

I don't know why, but I'm up and at 'em this morning. I've been feeling just sort of yuck for about two weeks now for some reason, and this morning I actually feel bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, so why am I nervous?

I tend to do this.

It all started on Sept. 11, 2001. I vividly remember that morning before all the poop hit the fan because it was astoundingly beautiful. I was a newlywed with my first job out of college. I got up that morning, and while I was getting ready I was praying, "God whatever happens today, you love me and have given us all this gorgeous day." I walked outside to clear blue skies, and a light autumn breeze. In my car on the way to work I would hear the news that would change so many lives irrevocably...even mine a little bit.

Well, many more times since then (but thankfully never on that scale), I've had the feeling that pieces were all starting to fall into place only to have them tumble apart again. So, when I start feeling positive and upbeat I also start to feel like I have to walk on eggshells. That's when I claim the verse at the opening of this post. We even sang a song of this verse in youth choir, so I'm singing that as I get ready this morning. Nothing about fear comes from God. If it doesn't come from God, there's only one other place it can come from and that being has no right to bother me.

(Bible Note: the English major snob in me still loves the King James Version! I also have The Message on my nightstand, but nothing matches the beautiful language of the KJV.)

I'll try to post later today or tomorrow about what all I've been up to. I know I'm slacking.