This morning, when I crawled out of bed, anxiety creeped through.
Maybe more like zipped through me...like electricity running through a wire.
I'm not sure how it works, but one thought can trigger physical responses of anxiety.
It's early.
It's still dark.
The heater is on.
(peace)
The dog is whining. She probably needs to go out.
Did she wake me up?
Can Jessi hear her?
It's dark.
The meeting last night.
You didn't lead well.
It's dark.
The dog is whining.
I probably need to get up.
Reading the scriptures would be good this morning.
The meeting, where was the Spirit?
You didn't lead well.
You're presidency doesn't think you're doing all that well as a leader.
You're not real easy to follow.
(fear)
The dog is whining.
I'd better take her out.
Outside, the thoughts continued.
The meeting, where was the Spirit?
You didn't lead well.
Worries.
Imperfection.
My back stiffens.
It is dark.
I feel cold.
Is the dog cold, too?
Back inside, I crawled back into bed;
Hoping for quiet.
More thoughts.
There is time.
Read the scriptures.
A feeling of peace.
Acting on faith, I left the warm covers and knelt on the carpet. Leaning over the couch, I began to pray.
I thank Heavenly Father for blessings I can feel and think of.
Thank thee for my family.
Thank thee for my children.
Thank thee for Will.
Peace and love, like fast falling rain in a desert, flood my mind,
My soul.
I keep praying.
Thank thee for our home.
Thank thee for helping me find bookshelves.
With each phrase, more love washes in.
A thought...
You are not as good as...
A stronger thought:
Keep praying.
Feel.
I concentrate on my words.
I feel what is tied to the words.
Thank thee for this wonderful morning.
Thank thee for Thy love.
Peace floods out unkind thoughts.
Joy and love settle in my mind.
The power of prayer is real.
God hears and answers every prayer.
He waits for me to exercise faith in His Son.
