It was one of the longest panic attacks I’d ever experienced. Stupid thing started in one of Calgary’s biggest malls and I was alone. I had gone out for a wonderful lunch with my mom and sister and they had left to go to a dentist appointment. For goodness sakes, they had very simply walked away from me and I panic. So I do what I do best and I shopped, hoping as I went that I could pray it out of my system. I felt like I couldn’t breathe and if someone dare speak to me I feared I’d burst into a stream of never ending tears. I had to get out of the mall and drive. Maybe some quiet time on the road would calm my mind and still my heart. It turned out I was going to have a conversation with God. I was good at having conversations with God, or should I say tantrums. Believe me, I was getting pretty good at battling it out with God. But this time it was just a simple conversation, and I had some serious things to discuss. After all it was His fault that I was in this panic attack! He’d left me naked! ALONE AND NAKED!
He wanted me to be clothed in His Grace and Righteousness...
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