no going back.
i was pushed out of my comfort zone on a sunny monday last april. i was stretched, hurt, blessed insanely, grown in a beautiful non-comfortable season. it ended on a cloudy sunday in december, and i thought i'd return to "life as usual, pre-april". ha. nope. enter january. enter panic attacks, crying every.single.freaking.day uncontrollably, what the hell is happening to me. enter confusion, people loving& caring for me; waiting to see what's going on with my body & hoping (mostly believing) i'm not crazy. enter knowing God's major at work, but being unable to see how. in fact knowing i'm not sposed to. that is not exactly stepping out in faith, i know. it's happening to me whether i like it or not. but its not a comfort zone. it's destroying my comfort zone so i am forced to jump. somehow, i know, there is no going back to pre-april normalcy. God has a plan with whatever is going on in me physically. there's a deeper something. when i