I stayed home to feed the baby while the family left for
Sunday school. While feeding her I
decided to get caught up on some bills and in doing so, realized our health
insurance had been canceled by a misunderstanding with the Maryland
Exchange. I was paralyzed with shock and
numbly gathered baby and headed to church.
As I pulled into the parking lot dread settled over me like a smothering
blanket. I felt like I couldn’t
breathe. My dad died 11 years ago so I
kept thinking why bother even going inside, I don’t have a dad. This service is just going to be about dads
and everyone will be super happy and I’ll get even more depressed. But a small voice said just go, you’re
already here. Just go inside.
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.
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