Don’t Forget To Pray…

This past week I experienced something that I hadn’t had much experience with before.
In the middle of the week I became heavily burdened with some stress. During that time I began having some serious anxiety. I say “serious” because it was more than feeling just anxious, and it was down right scary. It was affecting me mentally and physically. It was like a little gray cloud was following me around. I am very in tune with my emotions and body and I KNEW something was terribly wrong.
I had been praying for the things that I new were causing stress , BUT I had NOT prayed for my well being. I was only assuming that the anxiety was caused by the stress factors. I just know that I DO NOT handle stress well and I did have an abnormal amount of stressors. The stress may or may not have been the culprit to the anxiety I was feeling.
As the weekend was starting, the icky feeling that I couldn’t shake began turning into feelings of depression. Those are feelings that I am very familiar with (and terrified of) after experiencing full blown depression after giving birth to Lilly. Feeling THOSE emotions only added to the anxiety! It was NOT a good concoction.
Feeling desperate, I reached out to a dear friend for prayer. This friend God blessed me with is a prayer warrior to say the LEAST. God had healed me after her prayers before, so of course it was the first place I turned to for help.
After graciously agreeing to meet me for prayer, we spoke a little and she said, “Erin, have YOU gone to God in prayer over this?” ASHAMINGLY I had NOT. She asked me if it was possible to find a quiet place to pour out my heart to God, and to ask Him for healing and to fill my heart and soul with PEACE.
It just so happened that right that moment WAS the PERFECT moment. The house was quiet and empty besides Lilly taking a nap. So I got off the phone and did just that. I prayed.
I laid everything at His feet and I prayed for my healing and for Him to flood me with His peace.
The communication or plea for relief was so raw and pure that after I started I began crying like a baby. My spirit is extremely sensitive when it encounters the Holy Spirit. I almost ALWAYS shed tears. So, there I was sobbing, praying, sobbing, praying.
And then God gave me the most amazing miraculous peace and He healed me right in that moment.
The peace I began to feel was so thick it was almost tangible. The only and best way that I can describe what I felt the whole weekend was that I felt like I was medicated. The anxiety and depressed feelings I was feeling disappeared. I believe that experiencing that overwhelming peaceful feeling was a gift to me so that I would have NO DOUBT that it came from Him. It was miraculous. And He also knew that I would share.
I just had to… I had to share to encourage somebody out there to “not forget to pray.”
It was definitely a lesson for me.
I felt so stupid admitting that I hadn’t even taken it to God myself, but in my stupidity I took from it a very valuable lesson. It was a blessing that I will never forget.
God is SO good. ❤