r and Prayer are the
est Medicine
By Michelle C. Danko
the demands that are placed on me. When things
become unbalanced, and I begin to personally
take on too much on my own strength that is
when I begin to feel overwhelmed and irritable.
Unfortunately irritability turns to anger, and I
become a person that I don’t want to be.
This is my recent journey… and testimony.
Backing it up, it really was three months ago
when God told me to write the special edition on
salvation. It seemed like a great idea, at the time.
However, the scramble to fill features and book
interviews was a monumental task for one person
on such a short time frame. I thought that I could
do it. I really did. But in reality, I couldn’t.
It wasn’t that I didn’t have anyone available
and willing to help me. I am very blessed to
be surrounded with people who will take on an
assignment- and have- at the last minute (may
God richly bless them for their servant’s heart!).
This time, I didn’t ask for help because I thought
that I could handle it, But again, I couldn’t. It ended
up being too much.
When I posted the features, many of our writers
with their busy schedules couldn’t fit it in. It wasn’t
that they didn’t want to, they just couldn’t. I ended
up with only five topics taken out of twenty, and
that doesn’t make for what is supposed to be a
very impactful issue.
Keeping me very busy was also the back and
forth of obtaining interviews and then assigning
them. Not to mention that we were suddenly
receiving so many requests that we didn’t have
the interviewers in place to handle the overflow.
We were also down a reviewer, and in a very
condensed time, my stress level rose. But I could
handle it… Or so I thought.
Around the same time, construction began on a
much needed new office space. We were blessed
that they money to fund this project came from
a refund, and so the building began. What was
supposed to take only “one week”, turned into two
weeks, then three, then one month later it was still
being worked on.
We faced electrical problems (cut wire), among
many other unavoidable delays. As irritating as it
was not to see my office completed on schedule,
you always want it done right. So I tried to maintain
my patience. Or so I thought.
The area was a mess with drywall dust
everywhere. What was worse was when it came
time to paint, paint ended up being embedded into
the carpet which I ended up cleaning on my hands
and knees. White paint on a medium beige carpet
really stands out. I spent a very long time stooped