Anxiety can ram into a person mid-waking up, early in the morning. Earlier, then, I prayed with desperation for my son whose anxiety became known to me. I prayed that there is a God who cares, even though I believe. I prayed for supernatural interference of which I'm at times uncertain. I prayed to release the griphold of fear which can make me suffer all day. God and emotional decisions delivered peace, though, and I'm trying not to pick up the strings again of a diving kite in a driving wind.
There's much to do instead:
transition meeting for son at school to arrange
graduate application
classes to plan tomorrow
a blog entry to write for my friend :)
mother's support group dinner this evening
a special needs school plan to write
baking for tomorrow
always e-mails to answer.
But an artist friend came over this morning, and we had a lovely talk at my table. Anxiety can be so dispelled when you have another good place to look and interesting things to think about.
Yet inside, where calm can also be, I'm pleading, "Help!" "Support!" "Lifeboat!" "Please!" And, I'm listening, remembering promises, needing proof, sailing upwards for answers.
1 comment:
such an overwhelming list! How do you get everything done? I've been feeling like I'm just treading water and not making progress lateley.
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