Just sitting reflecting on the day a few months ago when I was hit by a truck while crossing the road. The first thing that crossed my mind was "Crap I'm not gonna get much done if I hurt myself." I am such a task oriented person. The next thing that I thought was: " Legs should not dangle from mid Femur, I think I might of broke it!" I did break it - right in half. I had to stay in the hospital for 5 days and let me just say: "Morphine rocks!" But once out, without the heavy duty pain killers, life took on a nasty flavour. Not because of the pain of the leg but the emotional fallout from everthing I had gone through. Personally I would rather have the pain of the broken leg than deal with depression, hopelessness, fear, and irritability. I had been in that place before and so panic rose up in my heart.
I write down my thoughts in a journal and then ask God for answers and scribe what he tells me. I had done this in the hospital when I was still feeling no pain and so I opened my journal to that page. This is what he had said: " Hold onto me and don't worry and I will work it all out. Don't despair for I will supply your needs and satisfy your soul. Rest like a little lamb and relax in me. Lift up your concerns to me and I will enable you. Don't fear the feelings for they are no match for my supernatural power" I prayed about it, my trust expanding because it was so relevant and miraculous for Him to say this days before I needed to hear it. He did calm my emotions supernaturally - what a rush.