I’ve always heard of anxieties. Anxiety attacks. Anxiety holding you back, etc, etc. I would roll my eyes.
Anxiety has almost been glamorized. I have anxiety but I hold strong. I’m a survivor.
I think the truth is, someone with anxiety won’t admit it.
A few weeks ago, my pastor preached a message on anxiety. He asked the congregation to raise their hand if they struggle with anxiety. I thought it was a joke.
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Someone I know lost her mother yesterday. She was in the ICU and declining, and yesterday they got the call.
A week before Thanksgiving.
I know there’s no dad in the picture. That was a tragic story as well.
I shouldn’t know these things about her life. I’m not close to her even to be called a friend. I’ve just been there.
There, in the room, when things have happened. When news was relayed to someone else with me standing by.
I feel like God wanted me to know these things, though I have no right. I’ve no business knowing. I don’t mean to know. It’s just too much of a coincidence that I’ve been there every single time something has happened.
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Prayer, I find a humorous thing. There are so many different kinds of prayer. There’s the young child to old adult who doesn’t know what else to say. . .
God, thank you for this food.
. . type of prayer, which is usually the product of being pushed into saying something at the dinner table and that’s all that comes out.
Speaking of obligatory prayer, how about when someone calls on you to pray for a person in the prayer circle and you’re totally caught off guard.
Um oh sure. Uh, Lord. I pray for, uhhhhh *awkward chuckle until someone in the circle hisses her name* Mary? Marideth! Sorry… Marideth. She’s uh. . needs a job. No? Oh uh sorry. My bad ha. I mean she has an unspoken request…
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