God knows the way and the how

I’m stuck in a deep dark hallway, black walls are all around me. I cannot see any light. My faith is stagnant and not a shimmer of hope blazes through. I’m powerless. My thoughts race uncontrollably, I don’t know if I am hot, cold, hungry or tired. I just know I’m exhausted and don’t want to feel or be this way. I pray and I throw myself at God’s feet.

The calvary starts to arrive. First, my sponsor rushes to the situation. After assessing the problem, calls to the doctor are made. The latest medication is backfiring. But tapering off needs to be slow. Days of suffering will need to continue. Next my therapist is called into play. Three sessions in with her, I start to feel safer, my brain starts to clear. My best friend, lends her support and aid. Finally, a good friend with clinical and historical knowledge of mental health helps the transition back to baseline.

These women, with love, compassion and care, nurse me back to health. They knead within me the absolute knowledge that God knows the way and God knows the how. So grateful for these ladies.

Being rendered powerless brings on humility. But, it leads me to a closer relationship with God. Which I need to translate to service.

What earth shattering event changed your perspective?