The service ended up being the most healing and precious time I’ve ever spent inside a church. Someone, I don’t know who, had arranged to play a recording of a song that my dad was well known for singing. I was stunned to hear his voice. His song was “Jesus is more than enough”. More than enough to handle my insurance debacle? More than enough to handle my anxiety over my trip to Florida? To cover me while driving in Florida on the crazy busy 95 highway with 6 lanes when I’ve gotten used to 2 lanes?
I left church feeling comforted and my anxiety lifted to where I felt like I could breathe again.