Stress

Stress is a funny thing. It makes us work, yet it kills us too. Stress is exponentially greater on the coasts, I'm convinced. Stress wasn't the same think in the big AR. Stress wasn't the same in Moscow. It couldn't be. Stress makes us stronger, makes us weaker, and encourages us to work all at the same time. How's that?

I don't think it's a good thing that I am stressed -- and grateful for it. lately, if I'm not stressed, I become a slob and a waste. But this week the theme of church is "taking a sabbath," so I'm very aware that this is a spiritual attack: I have so much to do that I could work the entire three day weekend and not be finished. Instead, I'm committed to taking 24 hours to relax and spend time with God. That and my birthday tomorrow night. Somewhere in between I have to get my work done. Which creates more stress and a reason to finish it. I'll do it.