How a Mouse Took Down A Giant
How does a mouse take down a giant, you ask? It doesn't. Not in the physical sense anyway. But two days ago, on a long walk with my wife, that's exactly what happened. My wife and I typically go on a walk when she gets home from work, which is the same walk we've been doing for over a year now at our home in San Diego. Except, this walk was different. The path was the same, the pace the same too—it was me that was different. It was an exceptional day not because the sunset was beautiful, or the air was particularly fresh. I'm sure those things are true. No, it was exceptional because I was in an exceptionally negative mood. I had been brooding all day, simmering in self-loathing, anger, fear, and anxiety. It seemed nothing was going right for me and I was out to prove it to myself and God. I am in the throws of being laid off a third time (which has been the subject of many of my blog posts as of late) and asking God why. Why is this happening yet again? Why can...