Our little family
Sunday, March 13, 2016
the summer it changed...2
Many times the morning devotionals hit HOME, either in regards to Madison's anxiety or in my personal struggle. Many mornings the prayer ran along the same theme, me begging the Lord to heal or to take away Madison's current situation. It was here in my broken heart that God truly showed me HIS LOVE and PEACE. Nothing is more difficult or painful then watching your beautiful child hurt and then not being able to fix it... made it all worse!!
It was not until the morning devotion was on this verse, "Be still and know that I am God"- Psalm 46:10. Take time to be still in HIS presence. Breath slowly and deeply, relax in HIS HOLY Presence.
Madison was learning cool new techniques on how to combat the "dragon" (yes that is the anxiety). In addition to our "deep" (as deep as one can get with a 7 year old) talks about being still and learning to rest in God. Madi made significant progress and God was working miracles in both of us!
The summer that it changed...
It has been quite some time since the last blog. It would be easy to say time flies when your having fun, BUT truth be told there has been a time of unrest in the Andrews Household.
This past summer my daughter began experiencing small panic attacks and even just some general anxiety. Things that were once simple tasks or fun pleasurable activities became mountains of worry and fear. Trips in the car, no matter the length became dreaded moments that often led to debilitating freaking out tantrums. My fun loving, care free spirit of a daughter had became a shell of a person. The smile that brighten the day was no longer seen and the laughter was replaced with tears.
After months of pleading and begging with God to take this from my daughter, Gods answer became clear. IT WAS TIME FOR THERAPY!! In addition to the therapy, the bond between my daughter I got stronger. You see, it start for me when I was young too. Anxiety had always been present, but the panic attacks did not start until the high school years.
This past summer my daughter began experiencing small panic attacks and even just some general anxiety. Things that were once simple tasks or fun pleasurable activities became mountains of worry and fear. Trips in the car, no matter the length became dreaded moments that often led to debilitating freaking out tantrums. My fun loving, care free spirit of a daughter had became a shell of a person. The smile that brighten the day was no longer seen and the laughter was replaced with tears.
After months of pleading and begging with God to take this from my daughter, Gods answer became clear. IT WAS TIME FOR THERAPY!! In addition to the therapy, the bond between my daughter I got stronger. You see, it start for me when I was young too. Anxiety had always been present, but the panic attacks did not start until the high school years.
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