Today I had to have an MRI done, and to most people that wouldn’t be a big deal, however, to me it is. I am severely claustrophobic. No matter how much I give myself the big pep talk and try to rationalize it out in my head that everything is going to be alright, it doesn’t matter. The second I start to move towards the opening into this creature of a machine I start feeling sick and panicky. I lose all control and I am trying to run out the door. Then I feel kind ashamed of myself because I think that maybe I should have prayed myself through it or something. When it was finally determined that I wasn’t going to be able to do the test on my own, they allowed Paul (my soon to be husband) to come in the room with me. He did something that made all the difference in the world, he held my hand.
God promises in His word to be with us and help us. He will take us by the hand and guide us. He will hold our hand to keep us from falling. When we are weak, He will hold us up. He is there to encourage us.
Isaiah 41: 13 says, “For I am the Lord your God, who upholds your right hand, Who says to you, ‘Do not fear, I will help you.’
From <https://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Isaiah+41&version=NASB1ildre995>
We, the children of God are His body. He uses people to be His mouth, His hands to touch people, His feet to go and be His ambassadors. Go help spread love. Choose happiness and love other people. Spread the Word, Jesus is coming again real soon. Sooner than you realize.
All Through The House With Love 