I've read stories and watched movies about angels intervening in times of crisis. No one realized, until afterwards, that they were supernatural beings because they were disguised as normal people.
I had three tiny angels to comfort me and give me strength during some of my lowest times. My grandchildren are ages five, sixteen months and 11 months, all girls.
Young children and babies are all about innocence, sweetness, joy, wonder and laughter. My grandbabies brought those treasures to me on a regular basis. Those treasures proved to be mighty weapons too- against despair, anxiety and depression.
I don't believe that my granddaughters are literally angels, but I certainly do believe they are precious gifts from God. Mere words can never express what their presence, and their presents, meant to me this summer.
So after the exhausting battles had been fought and the monsters beaten up, then what?
My victories left me feeling relieved yet badly bruised.
I just knew that those beasts could no longer control me. But I wasn't sure how to move forward.
I found myself grieving for the dreams I'd lost and regretting all the time wasted during my life. My heart, mind and spirit were in a lot of pain from the wounds inflicted by those demons. I had old scars from the years of their abuse, and new injuries from the recent months of intense fighting.
I knew I needed to find healing and peace of mind, but how? One day when I was particularly miserable, switching back and forth from crying to temper tantrums, I finally surrendered to God.
"Please help me. I know I've resisted putting my trust in you. I don't know how much faith I have, even for this minute! But I just don't want to feel like this anymore, so I'm asking you to help me. Show me the way out of this dark pit."
I soon realized that I needed to start with the well-known Serenity Prayer. I made it my goal to sincerely pray this every morning, to start my day. Its simple message contains the most basic things everyone needs when facing any of life's challenges.
It truly helped me! I had to humbly acknowledge that doing things my own way hadn't been working. I needed to refocus my thoughts and energy on things that I could actually change (the past isn't one of them). Confusing thoughts and emotions set on the "high" setting do not contribute to wise decision-making. Yes, I needed wisdom from a power higher than myself. I still do! Every. Single. Day.
I'm experiencing more serenity, more often, as time passes. I didn't fully appreciate peace of mind until I'd really lost it for a while. And I have even more empathy now for people who are plagued by anxiety and depression on a regular basis.
I want to thank my personal "demons" for making me a much stronger and wiser person. I know you're still around, but I no longer fear you because I understand you much better. You've now been subdued.
I want to thank my three special "angels" for bringing me unbelievable joy and renewal of faith in all that is precious and sweet in life.
I so appreciate a couple of very close friends who have been patient, caring confidantes during my personal crisis. You know who you are.
Finally, I want to thank God for answering my feeble plea for help when I was a total mess. Serenity, acceptance, courage and wisdom are the exact tools I needed to start repairing my broken spirit.
My sincere wish is that my story can help someone find a glimmer of hope for better days ahead. Even if that someone is a messy, broken person like me.