Mike, Ellen and I went up to Leech Lake with one of Mike’s coworkers and his wife this weekend. They were the most hospitable people you’ll ever meet. I’m talking fishing, water skiing, boat rides, filet mignon, angel food cake, homemade raspberry liquor and jam and great conversation.
It was the first time we had taken Ellen on “vacation”, and she did not disappoint. It went exactly like we thought it would. Ellen got into everything, threw some fits because of her teeth and cried the entire way home. Ah. Family vacations.
Anyway, the other half of this blog title is “anxiety”, so let’s talk about that, ok? Before heading up to the lake, I engrossed myself in another one of my awesome anxiety episodes. I was 100% convinced that my mother’s intuition was telling me something horrible was going to happen. We were all going to die a fiery death in one way or another before the weekend was over. Nice, right?
Mike is used to my awesome behavior so he talked me through it. But, the thing that really calmed my mind was something else. We were driving up, and I was going on about all of the terrible things that might happen. Mike suggested we pray through it. As soon as we started praying, God sent me a sign. A literal sign. It said, “You are now entering the town of St. Michael”. St. Michael the Archangel…get it?
I wish I could say that I felt totally at ease at that point. It certainly helped, but I was still having trouble trusting the Lord. Of course, nothing happened and we had a fabulous time. But, it left me with a task. I need to find a way to ease my mind and leave my future with God.
How do you do this? Any tips? Would you leave a comment with your best advice?
In other news: I caught a fish on Saturday! I didn’t get a picture, but trust me – it was THIS big. I love fishing…especially when Mike baits the line, I catch something and Mike takes it off the line…