“I just want to go home,” my son said. Then immediately, the tears came. I fought back my own tears as I grabbed him and rubbed his back.“We’ll be home soon, buddy. They’re just trying to make sure you’re safe, ok?” I looked into his eyes and he gave me a nod.We exited the bathroom and made our way back to the patient room in the ER, waiting for the ambulance that would transport my son to a children’s hospital an hour and a half away. A medical team needed to monitor multiple head injuries that Continue Reading
Fear Vs. Discernment: How to Know the Difference
As soon as the pastor made the altar call, I knew I needed to go forward. But I sat in my seat for several minutes with my mind racing. Until this point in my life, I was usually a watcher during these moments. I stood back, sang worship songs, and observed. Other people up there need prayer more than I do, I'd think. Or, What will people think? Will my teenage son be worried, thinking his mom is on the brink of a mental breakdown? For decades of my life, these fears masked themselves as Continue Reading
Why Isn’t God’s Love Casting Out My Fear?
“I am going to die.” That’s what I kept telling myself on repeat as I talked to the OBGYN nurse over the phone. I tried to catch my breath, but the tightness in my chest made it difficult to breathe. “Don’t try to come here,” the she said. “Just go straight to the E.R. Tell them you just had a c-section.” All my symptoms pointed to a pulmonary embolism, which could be fatal. I sat there in shock, rocking my newborn while I fed him and wondering what to do. Take him with me? Finish Continue Reading
