Demands my soul, my life, my all

This week, I have worried and I have done little more.

My whole being has been consumed with worry. With anxiety. With apprehension. With fear. With doubt. With dread. With what ifs. With oh nos.

I have so many friends in so many different seasons of life. Us too. There is always something that, if I let it, consumes me with worry.

Yes, I have gone through the motions that come with all of the roles I am blessed enough to play, but that's all I have done. Motions.

I have inserted just enough uh-huhs to be convincingly present in conversations, smiled at passersby, fixed lunches, and wiped crumb ridden counters. I have submitted forms, and led meetings. But, in all honesty, I have marched along like the middle school drummer in the Christmas parade. Walking just so, trying my best to stay in sync, in perfect rhythm, making noise, but not too much, so as not to let on that I have been less than present.

And though I cannot go back to the conversations this week where my mind was a million miles away, I cannot relive supper time and engage more with my boys, there is something I can do. I can turn my worry to Him. I can trust in Him. He was faithful before, He will be faithful again.

I ordered these prints from Naptime Diaries today and am in love.

The battle is not mine. He went to the cross for me. Sweet victory in Jesus, my Savior forever.

His love is amazing. It is encompassing. It is consuming. It will not compete with worry. It demands my soul, my life, my all. 

I know just where I will frame these beauties to read daily. I cannot think of anything better to write on the walls of our new home than the words proclaiming the love of my Jesus.

I also ordered a few for Baker's room. 

This was the first one I put in my shopping cart, as these are the words we have declared throughout our Baker Journey. It's on the heading of my blog, and my praise everyday. He is good, and his love endures forever. 

His gifts are good, and His love is perfect.