Cliff used to sleep with a knife and struggled with hypervigilance at night while he slept, due to his instinct to protect our family.
Now it’s my turn, to feel too wired to sleep because of the incessant barking of the new neighbor’s dogs next door. We’ve tried to drown out the ferocious barks with all kinds of white noise and music. But even when it’s dead pin drop quiet, my mind stil replays their barks like a traumatic playlist.
Wld you pray with me? A friend encouraged me that I will steadily build up that inner peace so that Africa can be as loud and colourful as it wants around me, but that I’ll feel alive but also more ok in the middle of it. Would you pray that alongside me too?