“Sister, I just know that this would help you.”
“So you just know that I have the same inner problem you do? What if I don’t?”
“Don’t you see—we both have that gene from Dad. Can’t you feel yourself sometimes going too fast—at almost a frantic pace—and then suddenly collapsing in to just a nothingness?”
“Well. Yes—but I don’t think that’s too bad—I just have to catch up and relax a bit.”
“I’m telling you, Sis, that you are just like I am—bipolar.”
“What if I am—what do you think I should do?”
“Do just like me or you’ll get so bad when things really hit you, that you’ll go over the edge. You need to get a psychiatrist and get some of that medicine to regulate your nerves. That’s the only way to overcome our family illness.”
A thoughtful frown came over her face. “Brother, I love and respect you very much, but I deeply feel that expensive medicine and counseling sessions are not that necessary. I have been depressed before; I know I have been manic before. Sure, I know of the family problem. I have never drank or smoked and my only vice as far as ill treating my body is coffee. Didn’t you have also a problem with drinking and taking diet pills?”
“Yes,” the hesitant reply came, “but I think you will just get worse. Do something now and then you can have that personal peace.”
“Brother, I know you probably can’t understand this, but I can find personal peace anytime I really need it. I find a quiet place either apart from all that is bothering me—like even stepping outside. Then, I either read my Bible in the Psalms or I recall Psalm 23 and quietly first pray the Lord’s Prayer. Finally, I quietly ask the Holy Spirit to come and wash over me with what it is really important for God to tell me in any stressful situation.”
“I am not so sure that God is that real—look what he’s done to me.”
“Oh, Brother, God has done that to you—it is just something that happens—our bodies are not perfect and we all have some sort of illness some way.”
Silence hung seemingly endlessly.
“My precious Brother, please know that for me God is real and when I pray he comes and comforts me and tells me quietly to put aside what does not really matter. My focus is clearer and my life becomes so uncomplicated. I have that personal peace. There are no bills to pay no medicine to have side effects of even more sleepiness or fatigue. Seeking God is a practiced way to solve any problem.”
Another silence ensued. “For me, Brother, there is no other way—only going to God. And peace flows soothingly and perfectly over my soul.”
The opinions expressed by authors may not necessarily reflect the opinion of FaithWriters.com.
If you died today, are you absolutely certain that you would go to heaven? You can be right now. CLICK HERE
JOIN US at FaithWriters for Free. Grow as a Writer and Spread the Gospel.