The word to describe the large pit in my stomach.
The word that describes the scrambling that happens in my brain when things don't work out the way I plan.
The word the describes the sweating palms and wringing of my hands.
I am nervous for a lot of things. I am nervous about the Ultrasound I had done on my thyroid Friday. I am anxiously awaiting the results.
Nervous: I am not ready to start back to school when I don't feel right. I dont feel healthy. I feel sick, all the time. I mentally try to get myself prepare myself in the hopes that this is all very mentally, but I am equally aware that it isn't mental. Something is wrong. Even on meds, something doesn't feel right. I dont want to feel this way forever... I pray a lot... God will heal me whether in this life time or in the next, he will heal me, but when will the healing happen? Sigh..
Trust. I must trust him. Even in the transition of life, we serve a God who is unchanging. He will walk with me no matter how big or small the transition, but the pit in my stomach is still nervous...