When Fear Crowds Your Thoughts Six months into the year and I wait in another doctor’s office. The muted tones on the walls fail to calm my anxious heart; instead, I perch near the large picture window on a stiff plastic chair, my fingers drumming the laminate table....
Oh, Hannah, why are you crying? Why aren’t you eating? And why are you so upset? Am I not of more worth to you than ten sons? (1 Samuel 1-MSG) He didn’t understand. A loving husband, he reassured her of his devotion and cast aside the expectations of the day. But...
