Oh, me of little faith.
I shouldn't be so surprised that that just worked.
I could feel my emotions spiraling downward, and felt terrified at my inability to fix them.
I didn't know where to turn.
And so I knelt.
I explained my problem. I explained what I was feeling. I felt a little silly, letting an event so small make me so sad. I felt even sillier asking for help about it. But I didn't know what else to do.
I didn't even ask for help. Just talked.
But help came anyways.
A finger stuck in the dam of my emotions.
The situation is still the same. I still don't know what to do. And it still makes me a little sad.
But my emotions are no longer swirling out of control.
Thank you, Lord.