Prince of Peace

So, I am feeling much better today. I have a friend who experiences high anxiety and panic attacks, and I never really understood what she felt until now. I talked to her about it today. I explained how one little irrational thought or fear entered my head and then just festered until it was all I could think about. I couldn't eat, sleep, laugh, cry. It was so weird, unlike anything I had experienced since I was a child. Anyways, after a solid week of this, I think I am finalling coming out of it. Of course on the day I get over it, Jason and I are having issues and I had a really horrible lady come in the office today and throw things at me. Which by the way, was over a CPAP, which is a machine used for sleep apnea, which is supposed to help you actually get sleep, which is supposed to make you less cranky.....but I'm not buying it. Anyways, so it looks like the fight is still on to keep me down. It's been one thing after another, week after week. I am beginning to feel like Debbie Downer too, because I feel like I am always complaining about something, or have some ailment of some kind. I am not usually like this, so I am starting to get on my own nerves. Anyways, I went to my parents last night and ate pizza and watched TV. I curled up on the couch with my mom. It was so unbelievably needed. I feel like a different person today. It's funny to me that no matter how old you get, there's nothing like going home. Ahhh. So anyways, I prayed, and prayed, and prayed, and prayed some more last night. For peace, for understanding, for sanity!!! No doubt about it that between my parents and the Prince of Peace, I'm on the road to recovery;) So just keep praying for me as I try to find what it is that God is leading me to do. It must be big to have Satan so scared, which scares me a bit, but I think I might be ready:)

"The Will of God will not take you, where the Grace of God will not protect you"