I was hanging up Logan's clothes and beginning to pack up many of his newborn size clothes when it hit me. I was afraid of missing something. A few days before, my devotional had asked "what are you afraid of?" and I had left it blank, somewhat pridefully thinking I had no fear. I had just walked through my fears of labor, delivery and early on sleepless nights and now there seemed to be a fear void. But I didn't sense peace - I just couldn't name the fear. That is until anxiety hit while doing laundry. … [Read more...]