I had one of those moments today when I began to feel the world close in around me. This wasn't a big moment, but it was still beginning to suffocate. My mind immediately went to whom I could call to ask for prayer (I even dialed a number)...then I thought about sending an email to my gaggle of gals who pray so faithfully for me...then I thought about calling my husband asking him to come home early to make it all okay...and then I heard a voice inside reminding me that none of those options was the right one. I just stopped in the doorway of my kitchen crying out to my God with tears running down my face. "I can't do it anymore. I have to let go, and YOU are the only One that can help me do that."
How many times I've prayed those words; yet I still struggle to release complete control to Him. One pebble at a time and the mountain will be moved. I do consider it a victory that I cried out to Him, and Him only, instead of seeking solace from others.
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