Today I feel needy. I feel wronged when I haven’t been. I feel a desire for things that I know I don’t want.
My soul asked me, To whom should I look to satisfy this need? Should I look to Travis?
No, I said. He’s busy.
Wallowing? That might help.
No it won’t, I replied.
Well, what do you want?
The answer is always the same. Resting in Christ never fails to provide satisfaction and an outpouring of love, despite my fragile state.
Is this PMS? This is how it usually feels for me. Besides the aching, it feels like emotional fragility and need. I am so thankful for the way that once every month, the blood of Christ feels even richer than usual, even more necessary for my salvation, and I feel held close—safe, wrapped in a love deeper than I can understand.