“Remy” means “oar.”
Like a pole with a flat blade, pivoting in an oar lock, used to row or steer a boat through the water.
None of which makes any sense to her being my 3rd child... or a dog.
The past couple months have been pretty monumental in my little world.
After some more testing, I finally feel like we’re on the right path to fighting back my depression and anxiety.
One large step forward was changing my medication.
While very much needed, this transition has wrecked me.
It’s as though I’ve become captive inside my own body.
As if someone else is pushing the buttons and controlling my triggers.
Yet, I’m fully aware of the foreign intruder, so I’m trying my best to fight back.
Only, with my strength alone, it’s exhausting and it’s pointless.
But I’m reminded (again and again) that it’s not up to me and my strength alone.
The Lord will fight for me, I need only to BE still.
BE still and know that He is God.
(Exodus 14:14, Psalm 46:10)
I was brought to tears when I opened this gift from my sister.
My reminder to BE, just BE, in the handwriting of my sweet little girl.
Thankful that all I’m expected to do is BE still and that He will take care of my battles.
Resting in that promise today.
Dear Summer,
Day one and you've set the bar waaaay too high. High sixties. Outside all.day.long. House projects completed. Kids playing perfectly-ish with one another. Mmmhmmm.
Dear Summer,
Remind me of this beautiful day when it's over 100 degrees and I want to scream and cry and run around naked.
Dear Husband,
I need some baby goats. And chickens. And a donkey. And maybe one or two highland cows. That's it.
Dear Hair,
Thank you for not falling out as we slowly become more blonde. Hang in there.
Dear Kristin Hannah,
Girrrrrl. You know how to write some good books.