It was a full blown meltdown.
Totally unexpected.
My 3-year old and I had just stepped out of the lift. I pressed the lift button, keeping the lift open for my 5-year old to come out.
My 5-year old, assessing that she had her own scooter AND her lil sis’ scooter to push out, and perceiving she was left all by herself to do these all AND hold the lift by herself, was engulfed in a momentary sense of being overwhelmed.
I think part of me wanted to talk down to her and say it’s no big deal! Just relax! But looking through her eyes, I totally felt her pain.
God was showing me ME, myself, when I feel overwhelmed.
Like me, He’s got the lift door open. He’s all ready to help. But there I am, panicking, stressed out, frustrated, feeling alone.
When all this time, He’s in control. If I could just take a deep breath and do everything one step at a time, break things up into lil’ parts, it’ll all be OK.
“Deep breaths, sweetheart. Look, we can do it step by step. No one is leaving you behind.”
If you’re struggling with anxiety, I hope this encourages you- that while the thought of being trapped and overwhelmed is immensely scary, God’s already holding the lift door open, ready to help you at any point.
Take a deep breath, and push your loads out step by step.
It’s gonna be OK.