I’ve been praying again, at least making an honest effort. I still forget that I’m praying sometimes and let my mind wander but I pull it back as quickly as I can, apologize to my Father in Heaven and push forward. It seems odd that prayer is so hard for me. That it was nothing before but “Please, Father, get me through today.” (And He did) But because of my meager efforts I’m no longer extremely anxious about taking the forward steps I need to into the haze of uncertainty because I know He will prepare a path for me even if all I can see it one step at a time.
It’s so hard to describe the sensation of this for me. I’ve always known there was a higher power (mine is God/Heavenly Father/Elohim) for as long as I can remember. At one point I wanted to be cloistered away as a nun; a life of service and reflection apparently appeals to the writers heart. However, I chose the secular world and now my realities are 1) my job is ending 2) my education to be a phlebotomist is a joke in the industry 3) I’ve not stuck anyone in years and 4)it’s going to pay less (especially a non-union job) than the pittance I’m making now. (I’m not even going to go into the lack of writing, lack of journaling and lack of any creativity in my life right now). My mind races and then collapses from exhaustion. I think R.E.M. said it best:
It’s the end of the world as we know it
And I feel fine
I’ve never been able to really make plans for my future because I’ve always had the concept hard wired into my mind “Live now for tomorrow we die”. So now, I pray about it, when the anxiety, fear and general loathing of change overtakes me and then a calm comes and the gentle words of peace and comfort scatter the emotions like cockroaches in the light and I feel fine.
Though I’m still anxious about a lot of things:
- Mom’s ultimate destination and getting her ready, getting me ready, fear of walking in on her and finding her when I’m alone
- Money lasting to the end of the month and not being able to buy stuff with my own money
- Getting money together for my nephews wedding (This is new one, he’s going on a cruise and we’re all invited)
- Job ending
- Job searching
- Being trapped forever with Mom
- Never getting my eating under control and never being able to eat Golden Mega Stuff Oreos again
- Dying before I have a chance to live
- Being around people
- Dealing with my family and the anger it stirs up in me and the fear of not being able to control it around them
That’s just off the top of my head, the things that I can pick out when it’s spinning. Though I know everything in my heart will be okay, the chemicals in my brain still won’t settle down and leave me in peace. I’m hoping to replace my emergency anti-anxiety pills and the half one I take every day, with meditation and prayer. It is my sincerest desire to be trusting and rest in the Lords embrace and know everything will be okay. Though my heart is starting to trust my head is still overly paranoid and distrusting of everyone and everything, both physical and spiritual. It’s not the end of the world, just a change, and I will be fine. Prayer needs to be my bridge from this life to the next, I can feel that in my heart to be true and I need to be more persistent in following the whispers of hope and orient myself to the feeling of warmth and comfort the Spirit provides when I follow my heart.
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Thank you for the tip. I’ll give it a look-see.
Have a great weekend!