What hurts the most
I’ve spent the last 48 hours completely anxious and unsure how to go on. While I’ve been cured of my cough, every doctor has now come to the conclusion that my cough is stress related. However, this weekend show what lengths my body will go to show me that I’m not taking care of it well.
After a rough meeting on Friday, I found it necessary to seek some professional help for the anxiety that I was facing. What made things difficult was my inability to think clearly and rationally. While I am now at a place to process the event, I still am faced with the inability effectively arrive at an appropriate response.
What hurts the most is the fact that I there are not many places I can go to really talk about this stuff. What pains me is how I feel like very few people understand the emotional trauma that I’m facing. What I most regret is how I treated a friend.
With reluctance, I must face this emotional challenge. I must face the fact that I will probably be hurt even more than I am now, I may lose more friends, and I may, regrettably, face another difficult decision.
As I was praying this weekend, I feel like God remind me of what this world could never take away: my love for him. The only person that could take it away is me.
God blesses those who are poor and realize their need for him,
for the Kingdom of Heaven is theirs.
God blesses those who mourn,
for they will be comforted.
God blesses those who are humble,
for they will inherit the whole earth.
God blesses those who hunger and thirst for justice,
for they will be satisfied.
God blesses those who are merciful,
for they will be shown mercy.
God blesses those whose hearts are pure,
for they will see God.
God blesses those who work for peace,
for they will be called the children of God.
God blesses those who are persecuted for doing right,
for the Kingdom of Heaven is theirs.
Why does my heart hurt so much?