her children, while both of our husbands were out of town. It was going to be a weekend of bonding, of girl talk.
During the middle of the night, after the ten of us were settled in our beds, I heard something. Someone was walking around in the house. I must have thought it was one of the children because I wasn’t afraid. To my surprise though, my friend was pacing around the living room.
She was having trouble breathing. Now I was afraid. We live in the middle of nowhere, at least a half an hour drive to the nearest hospital. What do we do? Lean on God. How do we do that? “Can I read God’s Word aloud to you?” I heard myself ask her. “Yes, please do" she gasped.
Psalm after Psalm was read, a half hour went by. “I think I am
starting to feel better, please, keep reading” my friend pleaded. We needed God and He was meeting us through His Word. On and on I read. I am not sure how much time went by, but then my friend said, “I am good now, you may go to bed, thank you.” We prayed our thanks and went to bed.
These episodes hit my friend a few more times at later dates, but
our experience that night was the scariest. Over time we realized it was an anxiety attack we had been dealing with. In hind sight we are so thankful the Lord directed us to reading His Word aloud. There is power in God’s Word and it truly was a comfort to my friend and I that night.
Hopefully none of you will ever have a full blown anxiety attack,
but I know women and we tend to have anxious hearts. This day to day anxiety can be eased through the same process my friend and I stumbled upon--filling ourselves with God’s Word. It is called casting your cares on Him, because He cares for you.