Dancing With Stress

My entire life I have had a constant companion. His name is stress. I am just one of those people who get stressed out even when it is a perfect day - and no day can be that perfect! I have fought him with piano playing, motrin, and pampering. I have ignored him, hoping he will just go away. I have cried, felt sick, and gotten frustrated. But through the years he seems to have claimed Matthew 28, "I will never leave thee or forsake thee."

Maybe instead of fighting or ignoring him, I need to dance with him. To accept it and make the best of it. To anticipate his next move, and like Ginger Rogers, "do everything he can do, but backwards and in high heels." I'm pretty sure now that I'll never get rid of him, but when he:
~ pops out of the envelope, we'll tango
~ when he knocks on the door, we'll twirl
~ when he whispers in my ear, we'll waltz
~ and when he threatens ruin another perfect day, we'll do the electric slide.

Instead of running and hiding, I will learn what he has to teach me. I will learn to make better decisions, to say the right words, to be secure in both my God's and my husband's love for me, and to laugh instead of taking offense.

Stress can be my worst enemy or my watchman. He can constantly taunt me about my inabilities and my failures, or he can gently point out my weaknesses so I can learn to become a better person. When my shoulders tighten and my jaw clenches, I can remember to be thankful for all I have, and say, "Stress, may I have this dance?"

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