Expectations and Constant Failure
I hate making mistakes. Okay, obviously no one likes making them, but I have a special hatred for screwing up. I will lay up at night reliving a comment I made years ago that made someone uncomfortable, as if there is anything I can do about it now. It's pointless, but for whatever reason, my brain can't seem to Let. It. Go. Lately, I have noticed I seem to be extremely anxious for reasons I can't quite pinpoint. I've prayed about it, I've tried to switch my thoughts, but no matter what, my stress level is still at a Britney Spears in 2007 (Google it). It's come to a point where I will be sitting on the couch, completely freaked out trying to figure out what I'm freaked out about. Over the past few weeks, my Bible study has been going through the book of Galatians. In this book, Paul speaks over and over again about the freedoms we have in Christ and how we no longer need to be enslaved to "the law." Suddenly, it all came full circle. Instead ...