![]() ![]() Thinking about sitting in the waiting room. So in March, as I prepared for that first surgery, you can imagine my stress level. There were many days I crawled up the stairs to his room, because he couldn’t get down the stairs to mine. There was a lot of crying and frustration over not being able to get to him in a potential crisis. Trying to take care of him during the six months I spent in a wheelchair, thanks to a badly-placed curb and a pair of crappy shoes, about did me in. Fear I won’t be able to physically and emotionally support him if something bad happens to me. I’m far from fine when things go wrong with me. What helps me the most in facing future fear and anxious moments is looking back on how God’s come through for me in the past. But I’m going to share my victory and the power behind on-your-knees, desperate prayer. I’m always striving to grow in trust.įor those of you still reading, I’m about to get very raw and very real. If you don’t struggle with the flesh and the failure to give up worrying in every situation, feel free to stop reading. See 2 Corinthians 12:7 and Romans 7:14-20. Most of us can agree we won’t be made whole, complete, or perfect until we get where we’re meant to be-in heaven with Jesus.Įven Paul fought being-human battles. It’s about honesty, transparency, and the truth that even though we’re believers, we still wrestle with being human. Which we’re still dealing with today.ĭepending on where you are in your relationship with God, how you were raised, and how you define your faith, you’ll be having a few thoughts about my struggle with stress and yours.īut this blog isn’t about judgment or criticism about either of our faith walks. They started when my dad walked out just after I turned nineteen, continued with my oldest son’s diagnosis of leukemia at ten, and escalated with his relapse at nineteen. I’ve been battling panic attacks for years. I bet you have personal experience with at least one of these, if not several.
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