This post has nothing to do with poultry. At all.
However, I felt it bore enough significance to be worthy of posting.
Last night I experienced my first ever panic attack. No. It’s not a boast. To those of you who have experienced these, you know what I mean. To those who have not, pray – oh pray you never will.
I believe I now know the true definition of terror.
A state of intense fear
Now, I am truly beyond blessed to have a friend who knows what these are like, so it wasn’t quite as bad as I suppose it would have been if they had not been there to help me through it. This friend told me to read a short Bible passage. It’s “common” enough (if God’s Word can be called common), and quite honestly at times in the past I used to view it as slightly trite in certain situations. But last night it was the best thing ever.