I awaited the doctor's entry into the room. Clothed with nothing but a paper vest and an equally fragile paper blanket across my lap, I felt insecure.
I suddenly remembered all of the moments when I felt helpless. I felt helpless when my mother battled her anxiety and depression. I felt helpless when I thought I would never make it through graduate school. I felt most helpless when I believed God had forgotten about me.
My renewed mind kicked in. Scriptures rose from the depths of my heart. I heard, "I will never leave you nor forsake you." I heard, "The Lord is near to all who call on him." I recaptured, "The name of the Lord is a strong tower; the righteous run to it and are safe."
Immediately, as I meditated on the truth communicated through these scriptures, an overwhelming feeling of peace washed over me.
The appointment proceeded as routinely as expected. And throughout the visit, I worshiped God for being near, dear, and ever so comforting in every aspect of my life.
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