So last night I found myself having chest pains and palpitations. Not knowing what to do, my husband and I prayed and later went to the Emergency Room.
1:00 AM in the morning we found ourselves dragging our boys out of bed to make it to the hospital. When we arrived there, it wasn't too busy so I thought everything would be smooth sailing.
Unfortunately...
The Triage Nurse was quite irritating.
She was so cold and insensitive towards me, it was disheartening.
I found myself crying a bit and feeling intimidated.
From there...
I was called to the back.
Another nurse whose patience for patients was completely gone found herself having to assist me.
She was so angry with her morning she yelled at me, my husband and another patient.
I found myself in tears again and feeling quite overwhelmed.
When I was finally called into the examination room, the nurse there was so condescending I felt like a "big ole baby" needing her "Mama!" She really was just that bad!
"Mama!!!!!"
Tears flowed, no...streamed down my face.
Fear came, and I felt so alone.
I felt ashamed about having to be there and my uncontrollable "stream" was not helping.
Crying so much that the oxygen went into overtime...
My eyes...swollen.
My eyes...swollen.
Saddened by it all...All I could do was PRAY.
My children...sleepy.
My children...sleepy.
My husband tried to maintain his composure for me and them.
I just couldn't believe I found myself in the hospital again!
I felt self-pity.
Highly Sensitive.
Concerned.
Highly Sensitive.
Concerned.
I "Wept" to the Lord...
I asked Him for Help...
I asked Him for Help...
I felt so alone and afraid of the unknown even though...
I knew the Lord was with me.
I knew the Lord was with me.
I found comfort in no words.
Needle pricks, blood drawn, x-rays, IV, Discomfort...
All I want is...
to wake up from this dream and find myself back whole...
where Mom is here, Angela is here, Christian is here...
Life is normal.
Alas,
when I woke up...
I was still there and life...well...
is what it is...
Depressed...
Slipping into.
Overwhelmed...
Temporarily.
Healed...
Prayerfully.
Tired...Alone...Afraid...
The Battlefield is in "The Mind."
Today
I had to face my fears...head on.
I had to admit...
I had some...
I had to go through it...
alone...
and realize
no matter what...
God loves me and knows my shortcomings...
I don't have to be the strongest warrior...
I just have to fight my strongest...
And let...
HIM
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