Shhh, Be Still

It's nearly midnight and I was laying in bed, my mind racing. I lay there thinking about everything, my parenting, my wife-ing, money, and where I am going to put my Christmas tree.

I find, from speaking with other women, that this is a common issue amongst our sex. We worry. We fret. We stew (mentally and in the kitchen). We wonder what we could have done different that day, what we have to do tomorrow, what color we will paint the walls when we actually own a house. The seemingly incessant cycle runs over and over in our brains and it seems as if we will never rest, never find the answers, never get it together.

I started this blog to use it as an outlet. I lay there thinking I promised myself I would go to bed by 10:00 every night. Why do I want to get up, stare at a bright computer screen and write my thoughts? The answer is I don't exactly know. Maybe there is someone out there seeking comfort in the words of a fellow worrier. Maybe I just need to get my thoughts out there so I can actually get to sleep. Maybe it is so that when morning comes and my three year old climbs into bed with me and, oh so lovingly, places his icy cold hands and feet on my bare back I can deal with it.

I have strived to listen more closely to the promptings of the Holy Ghost lately and I feel it was that influence that whispered in my ear "Shhh, Be Still." I don't see my mind stopping the never-ending race anytime soon, but I take comfort in the words "Peace, Be Still."

Be still. All will be well. Keep trying. You are on the right path. He will take care of you.

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