It’s funny how, in the midst of crisis – the gripping kind that jolts you awake in the middle of the night to heart palpitations and sucks the air out of your windpipe – you think about getting over to “the other side.”
Even with stress-triggered acid and bacteria gnawing through your intestines, you repeat these mantras:
This too shall pass.
If He brought me to it, He will bring me through it.
The sun will come out tomorrow.
God don’t give us nothing we can’t handle.
I can’t worry about things that I can’t control.
(Insert Serenity Prayer here.)
If you’re going through hell, keep going.
Things always work out.
And you pray they will. Soon.
It’s funny how, when you feel like you’re suffocating in the midst of crisis, you think ahead to the hopefully not so distant future when your burdens have been lifted, grasping the…
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