After that day, I slowly began to get better. Then, one morning I woke up and realized it had been a few days since I had felt the anxiety. Soon the days turned into months.
I'd like to say I walked away from that moment 4 years ago with an answer from God. But no, I did not recieve an answer.
Tugging my mother's sleeve, I whispered, "what are those people doing?" I pointed to the many weeping adults who were flooding the isle, making their way to the alter. "They heard God's voice. He wants them to come and talk with Him". I pondered that a few minutes. How did they hear God's voice? Did... Continue Reading →
I should have seen the warning signs. The increased headaches, sleepless nights, and loss of appetite were all classic signs. But for some reason I ignored the signs and continued on, without thought, with my crazy life. It wasn't until I was sitting in my van yesterday, trying to breathe through severe heart palpitations, that... Continue Reading →
Before you read this post, I have two disclaimers that I need to get out of the way. First of all, this is not about what my husband, the patient, has learned. This post is about what I, the caregiver, has learned. Secondly, we are only 1/3 of the way through our journey. I am... Continue Reading →