Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me. Heard that before? I’m sure the person who penned the thought is still healing. Do you realize words leave scars?
I’ve been addressing wounds that I thought healed. It hasn’t been easy. It’s always a painful process when you experience the initial cuts and are waiting for the healing process to take place. Some wounds are easier to get over and heal from than others.
Before facing my own pain, I thought it was safe to hide in the pews. I won’t forget the Sunday I had enough with God. As a praise and worship leader, you want people to enjoy service. I had reached a breaking point, and all I could do was cry.
For the past few years, I have experienced challenges with anxiety. Simple tasks that I know I can complete are too overwhelming to finish well. Thoughts of “failing” are constant; even though I realize it is negative self-talk.
I love Jesus, I do not like boats, and I enjoy being rescued (for a cause). One time when I was riding in a boat, I became seriously sea sick. Thankfully, my teacher had plenty of saltine crackers and Sprite on board. It is a great feeling when you can get something to give you relief.