Stress is a funny opponent.

Okay, so more often than not I spend a good bit of my day laughing, or whistling-I whistle a lot too. Sometimes it's laughing at something so funny it brings tears to my eyes. Sometimes I have to laugh to keep from crying. Sometimes I laugh because I really just don't know what other response to have.
Stress is a funny opponent. Stress tends to twirl you around on the dance floor, dip you romantically, and then drop you like a hot plate. Currently stress has me out on the dance floor but seems to be dipping me, dropping me, and picking me back up for round after round.  To be honest, I'm not really sure what to do with this. My brain is going a thousand miles a minute and I feel like I can't grab a hold of a single thought.
It's times like this that show me just how reliant I can become on myself and the people around me.  How often I count on a work out or a rant to friends to fix it or feel better.  How often I seek worldly things to calm me or comfort me. It takes me some time to allow my spirit to calm and heart to remember that it's not about me and I am not the one who can change my unsettled being to calm. Sometimes the Lord lets me fall on my butt one more time before he picks me up and escorts me off the dance floor for some quiet time with Him to refresh and reboot. One of these days I'm going to ask to be escorted off the floor and sit out a dance...until then I'm thankful for the grace that my Lord extends to me on a frequent and sometimes daily basis.