The Battle is His

I am weary. I am tired. I don't know how to do my life anymore. I have made a point to stay off the computer more lately. I tend to get depressed when I feel like I am wasting my time. I woke up this morning about 4. Not been sleeping well. Thought it was better, but not really.

Graceanne is discombobulated (is that even a word?). Lily is more defiant than ever. Is their behavior a result of mine? No - I don't believe it is. Satan let up on us for awhile, but I believe his is back - not that he ever really went away. Kept at bay by your prayers?

Steve is about to start what will probably be the worst month of his entire program. I don't know if the sleeplessness is from the Zoloft or the uncontrolled anxiety. It has been nearly two weeks.

I asked God if I could check my email and felt like he said it was okay. I then checked a couple of blogs. "The Battle is His." Two in particular were helpful. I am really indecisive. I need clarity - who doesn't? Just pray - please.

I sat down to just type simply - PRAY! But . . . these words came out.