“Trust in God’s timing.” I’ve heard it most of my adult life. I can’t remember hearing it as a kid although I’m certain I heard it then too. Time. Waiting. Wanting. Surrender.
I’m not naturally a patient person. I get the idea of what I want and I go after it, or piss and moan in wanting, cursing fate for it not happening or being delayed. I’ve even told myself I just need to trust and have faith. Hell I have tattoos all over my bod that say he is with me. To have faith. He will give me what I need. To have hope in him and find joy, and yet my bear brain can’t either absorb the fact or just embraces the suck of the absent moment and whines.
Right now I feel defeated. I feel disappointed. I’m trying to tell myself that lesson over and over that I just need to trust in God’s timing. That his plans for me are for success and better than anything I could imagine or accomplish on my own.
So the new game plan is say a prayer. Wipe my tears. Publish this blog thingy and then go beat the ever loving hell out of myself at the gym. Amen
Mentally Healthy Mama Bear in Progress 