It was a long night spent tossing and turning. One of those nights where one thinks of every negative thing that has happened, or could happen, or might happen once in a million years, but still, it might happen!
Every once in awhile I have a night like that and when I wake up the next morning the feelings linger. My tired state of mind often leads me down a road of self-doubt. Self-doubt leads me to God-doubt. Not doubting God’s existence, but rather, doubting that there is a whole lot for God to love about a person such as me.
“For Heaven’s sake Patti,” I say to myself, “you are a 61-year-old women – near old as dirt – who should have a bit more confidence in God’s love for you by now.”