Lord, I think I’m fighting depression. I dreamt last night that I was hitting two mice over the head with a pan. One I think was dead and the other could represent depression or the cause of depression, which was strong -it turned into a man and sat at the table with us. I’m here at the table with you.
Caroline, I know you. It’s harder for us to enjoy each other with this at the table -it’s a distraction for you.
Father, I could just tell it to go in your name, but I think there’s more to it than that. The underlining reason is because this journey’s taking so long. I feel like I’m constantly fighting to stay afloat.
I know and I understand.
I think this leg of the journey’s going to be more difficult than the last; washing pots and pans takes more work than washing dishes because they’re heavier, but the good thing about it is, is that there’s not as many to wash.
That’s right.
Dad, where do I go from here?
What have I asked you to do?
Record.
Exactly! As you walk in this, my peace will fill your every need. Will you trust me in this?
Yes Father, I will. I know I can’t quit, but I feel like a little timid mouse doing an important royal job.
I’ve equipped you my daughter. It doesn’t matter what other people think -you’re doing this for me..(really emotional here)
My Father, spending time with you this morning has filled me, and I know we’ve been able to enjoy each other’s company and connect today. Thank-you for being patient with me and for your kindness and love. I wish these depressing waves would stop coming because they’re so annoying. I’m taking hold of your hand Jesus , and I have a sense of your peace in my heart which gives me a confident and positive outlook on my journey with you.
My daughter, we’ll do this together. All things are possible WITH me. I love you.