I think anxiety is one of the worst feelings in the world. Your body clenches up, your mind races, and there seems to be no rest ahead, no solution or light at the end of the tunnel. I encounter many people/patients in a week that carry this cross. Some, daily, and others simply under the given circumstances.
One patient in particular came in struggling to breathe, feeling tight in the chest, and scared of possible diagnosis/outcomes. Test and procedures were performed quickly to rule out cardiac problems, the hustle and bustle only adding to the stress she was feeling at that time. As people cleared out of the room I sat at her bedside to speak with her and help calm her fears. I assured her that if anything bad was happening that she was in the best place for that to happen. Having full faith in my team I promised her she would be well taken care of and that as her nurse I would take good care of her.
I noticed a red rosary that she grasped tightly in her hands. "I love your rosary" I commented. She looked down and gave a slight smile. I touched her shoulder and looked her in the eyes, "You are in good hands".
"I know, I guess. I've never been here before..."
"No," I stopped her and touched her hands and motioned to her rosary. "No matter what happens, you are in great hands".
She nodded and smiled. "Yes, yes I am," she said. I left to get pain medication for her as she settled back on the stretcher.
In life and in the hardest moments sometimes we need to be reminded that when God is in charge we are in good hands. We may never understand it all, but it all happens for a reason and will all work out in the end.
Let Him take your anxiety. Let Him take your fear. Let go and let God.
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