Jesus and My Fan… A Story about What Matters in Life

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Pillow, blanket, toothbrush…

I can’t forget my Bible.

I marked off the mental checklist running through my mind while wandering around my room packing my bag for my weekend away. Naturally, I love the idea of going to a women’s retreat, there’s just one small problem.

I’m neurotic about my sleep.

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Jesus and My Fan… A Story about What Matters in Life

I promise I’m not just high maintenance. You see, about 18 years ago, when I started having severe anxiety and depression,  I went through what I now affectionately call, “my breakdown.”

At the time I was a 21-year-old woman, reduced to the status of a little girl. I was frightened by almost everything and didn’t sleep for 4 days straight and struggled with sleep from then on. Night time was just, well, hard.

I have come a long way, but as with any trauma, scars remain…

Being out of my comfort zone and sleeping in a strange place is a struggle for me. Because of this, I like things a particular way when I sleep:

  • MY bed
  • A dark room with one, maybe two night-lights
  • The room can’t be too hot
  • Did I mention my bed?
  • Last but NEVER least, a fan. I must always have a fan.

(I know, I know, you’re questioning that whole “high maintenance” thing about now.)

You could probably put me to sleep at most any time of day by switching on a fan. I may possibly appear to be a narcoleptic at that moment. And supposing people came with an instruction manual, mine would simply say:

Wake me up? Turn off my fan.

I am so excited to be featured over at Married by His Grace today, come and join me there!

**Read the rest of my story Here. It’s all about Jesus and My Fan.

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