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Not only is God strong enough but he's there with me
My visit to the therapist. God came through.
Date: 1/24/2016 2:50:58 PM ( 8 y ) ... viewed 878 times I went to therapy last month and was terrified to go because the devil fed all these lies into my head about how he was going to make me smell horrible and everyone was going to react. I actually wanted to cancel but there was this part of me that thought what if good happens? What would it look like?
I thought about it for only a second because I was convinced bad would happen. The only thing I could think of is my mom wouldn't react when we were in the car. So we left and I asked her to open the sun roof but she said no.
We were driving and 10 min past then 15. Finally we got there and she didn't react the whole way.When we got there she asked me to come inside with her. I didn't want to but she insisted so I did. I stayed for all of 5 sec and then bolted. I usually stand by the door but this time I was really afraid so stood by the car.
Every person that came within a yard of me I thought was reacting. The devil would make me think things like that person was breathing funny because you smell. I was terrified. Hours went by and the doctor never came out to get me.
Finally my mom came out and said you're going to have to wait in the waiting room because he keeps calling other people in. I had no choice I had to wait in the waiting room. I went in and there was this deep calm in me even though I was afraid. A lady was in there so I sat as far away as I could from her.
It's a small waiting room so that wasn't far. Then a man walked in and sat right next to me. I got up and moved. 5 min went by then 10 and no one reacted. Not one cough, sniffle, sneeze, nose rub, anything. I thought omg God came through. After around 10-15 min this little girl around 10 or younger came in with her mom and sat right next to me.
At that point I had enough and left but I was so excited. I really believe the devil tried his hardest but God came through. I saw the doc and then came home. My mom didn't react while we were driving home either. She even asked if I wanted to go to the grocery store.
When I was waiting in the waiting room the reception area that's right next to the waiting room was packed but no one did a thing. It was a big victory. God is strong enough.
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