I've been dealing with panic all day today.
That tightness in your chest, slightly short of breath, adrenaline pumping, I'm two seconds from totally freaking out and losing it sort of panic.
I have not been impressed to feel that rising up within me again.
It used to happen a lot. It's hardly happened in the last three years. Not since I was healed.
I had one particularly bad attack about a month ago. Two friends talked and prayed with me and calmed me down.
I've spent most of the day talking to myself. Reminding myself that certain situations, which seem to be partially inducing the panic, are things in which I just need to wait and pray.
Out loud and in my head all day.
And now by blogging (because the panic kicked up again a few minutes ago).
Reminding myself that if God has given or set something aside for me or to me, then it cannot be taken from me.
Reminding myself that even in the things I can't control, I walk with a God who offers peace. A God who stills storms. Even the mental, adrenaline rushing sort of storms.
Reminding myself that no matter the outcome of these situations, I will be okay. That I walk with Jesus, and He's not going anywhere (not always easy for me to believe, but a reminder worth giving myself anyway.)
Reminding myself of Paul's words - to live is Christ, to die is gain. So I win either way. Even when it sucks, and seems more like suffering. If I'm alive, it's Christ. If not, then I get to be with him, and tears and suffering will end.
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
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