In his hands

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by emmers03

by emmers03

For the next week I visited Emery almost every afternoon. I would look for good verses during my morning devotions then write them down and tell them to Emery. She seemed sort of zoned out most of the time I was there. We did talk about things but it seemed like she had a lot on her mind.

The next week Emery told me that she would be going to a treatment center in Brandon for 5 weeks. I was happy that she was finally getting some help but I was sad that I wasn't going to see her for a while. I promised that she could text me whenever and I would text as soon as I could. 5 weeks went by and Emery was back. She had texted me almost everyday while at the center so I knew exactly when she'd be back. Once she was back home I texted her.

Jessalyn

Hi Em, how are you doing?

Emery

Not very good

Jessalyn

What do you mean?

Emery

I'm not any better than when I left and my anxiety and depression are getting worse

My mind raced. She's not getting any better. My heart broke for her.

Jessalyn

I'm still praying for you Em

Emery

Ok, thanks. I got to go now

Jessalyn

Bye, I love you

I sat there staring at my phone in disbelief. How was she not getting better? Immediately I folded my hands and prayed to God.

"Dear Heavenly Father, I know you love me and Emery very much, so why would you allow a girl who was so full of life to be so close to death. She is so sweet and loving, she just needs some help to see it. Please heal her and help me to do whatever I can to help her too. I can't bear to see her like this. I know you have a plan for her, now she just has to see what that is. If this is within your will, please do it. Amen."

I really wanted to believe but right then I felt a bit unsure.

"Help me with my unbelief Lord."