I spoke to a cousin today. One who I have been keeping in touch with over MySpace and then Facebook for years, but haven't actually spoken to since I was a teenager. The two hour phone call with her just brought me more peace and healing than my hospital stay, therapy, and medications combined. She has given me a new "mantra" to repeat when I start to be taken over by "the green monster".
As children bring their broken toys with tears for us to mend, I brought my broken dreams to God because He is my friend. But then instead of leaving Him in peace to work alone, I hung around and tried to help with ways that were my own. At last I snatched them back and cried How can you be so slow...My Child, He said, what could I do...you never did let go...
She has been through much more, and much worse than I. And she has survived, and come out a stronger person in spite of it all, or maybe, because of it all. And her description of how anxiety takes over was spot on. She got it. She could relate. This past week I have been plagued with anxiety. And the meds haven't been helping. The pain in my chest has been present almost non-stop since Wednesday. After hanging up the phone with her, the pain was gone. I am giving my troubles to God, and I am letting go.
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