There it is again in the pit of my stomach,
when I go to sleep at night,
when I wake in the morning,
the feeling that something’s wrong,
something bad’s going to happen.
Summertime,
when I have nothing at all to worry about,
I am troubled.
I don’t like this feeling
born of illogical belief.
I analyze, anticipate, normalize, distract,
but it persists.
She persists.
Finally, I see her.
She wants my attention,
wants me to
stop looking at her through the rear-view mirror,
stop trying to get her to be quiet,
stop telling her she has nothing to be afraid of.
She wants me to
stop the car,
take her out of the car seat,
and hold her.
The Mother in the core of my being
awakens.
I pull over and turn off the engine.
Jesus turned and saw her.
–Matthew 9:22 (NIV)




I love this, Esther. So poignant, so beautifully written. My heart was deeply touched. Martha
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Thanks so much. I am grateful.
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Thank you, Esther. Such a helpful reminder for me to stop the car and be with the young part of me who has also been feeling a lot of apparently inexplicable anxiety/dread lately. Carolyn
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Thanks for that. It’s so encouraging to hear when these words connect.
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