I've been wresteling with this fear of getting sick and dieing a horrible death for the last few years but I had a dream last week and it changed things.
I was asleep on my loveseat and wasn't having a dream already but then out of no where it felt like someone came behind me and grabbed my neck. And I woke up scared to death. I've never had a dream like that before. Either I wake up scared not remembering it or I have a dream leading up to it.
It turns out, the next day, my worries were almost gone. They have never been that easy to get over. I think the demon is losing and tried whatever he could to get me.
This constant pain made me learn that if I can't live my life for myself I'll help other (missionary-ism) and I think it was God training me to deal with things later on. I guess he thinks I suffered enough and learned enough.
I was asleep on my loveseat and wasn't having a dream already but then out of no where it felt like someone came behind me and grabbed my neck. And I woke up scared to death. I've never had a dream like that before. Either I wake up scared not remembering it or I have a dream leading up to it.
It turns out, the next day, my worries were almost gone. They have never been that easy to get over. I think the demon is losing and tried whatever he could to get me.
This constant pain made me learn that if I can't live my life for myself I'll help other (missionary-ism) and I think it was God training me to deal with things later on. I guess he thinks I suffered enough and learned enough.