It’s Sunday and I’m sitting in the Vancouver airport waiting for my flight.
With all the hustle and bustle of moving and flying back for a wedding, I pretty much forgot about thanksgiving. And with this raincloud hanging over my head lately I pretty much forgot about being thankful at all.
Right now I’m blaming it on the stress prior to moving, the stress of wedding season and the stress of moving (and its effects on my family and my relationship with my husband), but I am a big downer on the inside these days. To make matters worse, it think that all this craziness and distraction from God has somewhat brought upon a resurrection of the old Chelsey and she keeps trying to take over my life.
I’m even annoying myself with how ignorantly ungrateful I’ve been for everything, or rather, the zombie Chelsey has been. She keeps whispering to me about “how much better things could be if…”
I’m not wanting to buy into it, but I’m admitting that I have, which makes me feel like a terrible person. She tells me I am a waste.
So pray for me and the fight I’m having with my internal zombie. I feel like I am needing some powerful intervention from God…