When my daughter was in sixth grade, she was hospitalized for a life-threatening illness. Nothing I have ever experienced before or since has felt scarier than that. With our daughter’s care in the hands of the medical community, my husband and I turned toward the church community and God for help.
Simply put, we could not have managed without the support of family, friends, and church. Knowing that clergy and parishioners were praying weekly, and sometimes daily, for our daughter’s recovery was a tremendous comfort. It was powerful, and it worked! That difficult period intensified and personalized my relationship with God.
Now when worry and fear overcome me, I remind myself that we are Trinitarian creatures, made in God’s image; we are mind, body, and spirit. Because worry is such a problem for me, and it’s often visceral, I usually have to start with my body. First, I start with breathing – I do breath counts. I also have visual reminders of God all over my house – sacred art, sculptures, and small crosses that keep me focused and calm my body. Then I repeat memorized, often imperfectly so, verses of scripture or prayers.
2 Corinthians 12:9. “My power is made perfect in weakness.”
Ephesians 6:10. “Put on the full armor of God.”
Hebrews 11:1. “Walk by faith, not by sight.”