From behind I felt the hand on my shoulder. Cutting my eyes I saw it was big as a dinner plate and darker than molasses. In a low voice, he started speaking and I closed my eyelids. Without looking, I sensed he towered over me. When I turned and opened my eyes, I recognized my brother. I never met him before, but I knew, because I heard him talk to our Father.
I’m usually not a night owl
Two o’clock in the morning isn’t familiar like it was when I delivered babies. But my long flight followed by the drive home from the airport kept me out late.
I still keep an unreasonable schedule
Though I flew 1,356 miles and spent hours in the airport, I agreed to speak to a group of college students the same evening. They asked me to speak on anxiety, fear and frustration. Though I’ve doled out a lot of advice on the subject over the years, I’ve never personally experienced continual palms sweating, heart racing and thoughts wearing a rut in my brain. Until now. On one hand I figured they needed someone else to speak. You know, someone who had conquered the jolting-out-of-sleep panic. Living in survival mode, it was all I could do to show up, much less stand and speak. And I told them so. Turns out, people want to hear from someone who’s been there or in my case is there. I guess a field trip makes your more of an expert than hearing a classroom lecture.
God prepared when I didn’t
Honestly, I wasn’t as prepared as I normally am, but God prepared the way. Thinking through my outline, I didn’t hear the first song the praise band performed, but my ears perked up, my soul was pricked and my eyes leaked when I heard the second song. It’s one of my favorites. Listen to the words here.
Afflictions eclipsed by glory
I stood in front of a group of college students and told them the raw truth. Fighting anxiety isn’t easy. I wasn’t prepared physically, emotionally or spiritually, but the Holy Spirit was present in such a real way, the words flowed. When I noticed some of them taking notes, I thought I would share my thoughts with you. Take half an hour while driving or cooking or getting ready in the morning to listen to a conversational version of the keys to overcoming anxiety. Click below to listen to my podcast on “My Journey of Faith Radio.“.Do you need a prescription for #anxiety? Click To Tweet
There is hope in this generation. They are seeking the Lord. Phoniness is unacceptable to millennials; they want to know how to flesh out their walk with Christ. No pretending, no games, just real problems and authentic faith. I was honest and they knew I was facing challenges in my own life. After I sat down, one of the students came to pray over me. He talked to God in such a personal way, I felt like he literally carried me before the throne. He was certainly big enough. By outward appearances we didn’t have much in common, but we serve the same God and he’s my brother. I know because I heard him talk to our Father.
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