Often, I wake in the middle of the night. Some nights I can go back to sleep. Most nights I can’t. Somehow, like millions of other perimenopausal women, I lay in bed tossing and turning for hours and learn to function on 4-5 hours of sleep every night.
And the frustrating anxiety or dread that I wake with or that develops after my morning prayer times, is like that false friend I just can’t ditch no matter how hard I try. Not sure if it is a physical symptom of menopause (some say it is) or a manifestation of some deep spiritual problem, but I think the solution is the same no matter what: taking my thoughts in hand and bending them to the will of Christ.
This is no easy task. They’re stubborn, pesky little things! Just when I think I’ve got them nailed down, they wiggle loose and begin to torment me again. But, I realized something this weekend while listening to a sermon on giving. Continue reading