Anxiety haunted me this afternoon clinching my chest and limiting the amount of oxygen readily available for my lungs and my brain. The reason isn't as important as the outcome. The feeling that my skin isn't going to hold all of me in frightens me and embarrasses me and infuriates me - because control is important to me.
So I fiddle with my phone; I reach for Taylor's ring dangling singularly from a chain Wade gave me and twirl it in my fingers. I have to stop thinking I can't do this...
"The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want.
2 He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: he leadeth me beside the still waters.
3 He restoreth my soul: "
The waters that surrounded me churned with unrest, but when I had to talk, I was given a calmer spirit, a less angry spirit, a more patient spirit.
"...thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over.
6 Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life: and I will dwell in the house of the Lord for ever."
Goodness and mercy.
I don't think we can find goodness everyday, or mercy, but I am thankful at the end of the day when finding one good thing challenges me that I have God-given friends who find the goodness and the mercy for me.
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