In The Eye Of The Storm

Misery cannot adequately describe the way I feel in these moments. Anxiety is feasting underneath my skin. My very bones ache as I try to catch my breathe. It’s like someone has my body hooked up to electricity. Even as I type this I know it sounds absolutely absurd and dramatized.

Honestly, this is me using mild words to explain a very heavy weight. To describe things as they actually feel to me would sound like some horror film. Like I’m job crying out to God for just a little relief. I’ve been doing so well recently all things considered. But, Satan has tainted me all day knowing I’m staring further breakthrough in the face.

I know there is a reason for all this pain. It is just so tough to endure. Especially as it continues to take more and more from my life. What I’ve got to do just to feel on top of it requires 24/7 discipline. I’m well on my way as I’m truly willing to do anything to find consistent relief. I’ve learned a bunch with still so much more to learn. The eye of this storm is so powerful. Yet, the one who calms the storm is more powerful.

“Suddenly a furious storm came up on the lake, so that the waves swept over the boat. But Jesus was sleeping. The disciples went and woke him, saying, “Lord, save us! We’re going to drown!”

He replied, “You of little faith, why are you so afraid?” Then he got up and rebuked the winds and the waves, and it was completely calm. The men were amazed and asked, “What kind of man is this? Even the winds and the waves obey him!” Matthew 8:24-27

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