angst; noun: a feeling of dread, anxiety, or anguish.
Last week I experienced something I’ve never quite felt before – it was about one in the morning and I had a full-blown anxiety attack. Over something so benign, I was almost embarrassed! But, after lying in the darkness and trying to figure it out it dawned on me that this was nothing short of a stinkin’ attack from the rotten devil himself. But, and it is important that I am completely honest with you, it really got to me.
Sleep began to settle in and, BAM, there it was again. This went on for about ninety minutes. I got up, fixed myself a mug of Sleepytime tea and sat in the darkness and quiet of our 60-year old farmhouse. I listened to the creaks and moans of a resting house. I talked to the Lord. I looked on Facebook. I checked my emails. The inner windstorm of my soul would not quiet.
Finally, I went back to our warm bed and dozed off – the chamomile and herbs did their job.
I felt tired when I woke up (later than usual).
Nothing had changed. I worked through the feelings and the day. Yet the unsettling stayed with me.
Does this ever happen to you? What do you do when it does?
I really want to know.
This song ministers to me – what a message – what a prayer.
O! Lord! You are my Everything!