Lately, I have been waking up early in the morning with worries on my mind. I feel like the things on my mind are weighing me down, almost like I could be crushed by them. I feel like all my limbs are heavy because of it. I also feel like I can breathe because the weight of the world is resting on my chest. I feel anxiety and pressure and I just want to get up out of bed because I don’t want to think about things anymore.
I felt that way today when I woke up. The bad part is that when I get up out of bed, especially because of my OCD, all those thoughts just keep going and I keep feeling scared and anxious. I rely on my faith and keep moving in the hope that everything will be okay.
Then, halfway through my work morning, I looked down at the floor next to me. I saw my dog lying in her bed. She was lying on her back twisted in a curve completely relaxed and deeply asleep. She was the picture of being blissful. All I could think was that if she can feel that way, then maybe I can let go of everything and be relaxed, too.
I have heard so many people giving arguments for and against believing in God. When I feel the way I do today, I realize that it doesn’t matter what anyone else thinks or what anyone else believes. It doesn’t matter if anyone can prove or disprove the existence of God. All that really matters is my faith. No one can take that away from me. In a crazy world, God is the only thing I know I can depend on and God is the only thing that I know can bring peace to my heart. I just need to believe.
My faith saved me. May God’s peace reside in all of our hearts.
