weary mama, you need God.

Weary Mama, When You Have Nothing Left, God Does.

The uncontrollable tears streamed down this weary mama’s face. I looked around and saw the piled laundry on the table, toys and crumbs covering the floor, and my boys fighting yet again.

When you feel consumed with anxiety, bring it to Jesus.

“Deep breaths, Kelley. You’ve got this,” I said to myself. 

“Inhale. 1-2-3. Exhale. 1-2-3.”

For the last decade I’ve experienced everything from mild to moderate anxiety, to full-blown panic, but never when flying – until now. 

That’s the tricky thing with anxiety – and any mental disorder for that matter – sometimes there’s a circumstance that triggers it, but not always.