My counselor told me last week that when she thinks about me, she feels overwhelmed. Considering all the clients that she must see and all the lives that she must sift through, I think that is saying something.
She said that she is concerned that because I have so much stress happening all around me right now, and sometimes within me, that I will get so burnt out that it will trigger major postpartum depression after this next baby arrives.
Her advice was to take 15 minutes a day or 30 minutes every other day to do things I enjoy without anyone around, because she said I was "severely neglecting" myself. That task has not been easy. I get 'alone' time but never feel completely rested.
I have been meditating on the promises held out in Psalm 4. "In peace I will lie down and sleep, for You alone, O Lord, make me dwell in safety." (v. 8)
I realized I do not want my 'safety' or my 'peace' to come from the circumstances given in this life, or when all feels right with the world. I want it to be God alone, who gives that perfect peace. Not conditional peace upon which I set expectations. Supernatural peace that trumps anxiety. The only effort I must expend is to believe in the One that gives that peace so freely. How easily are we tricked into unbelief in this world!
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