The air was hot and smelled like a combination of sweat and poverty.  My head was getting heavy and full; in pain, I reached out to my dad for help. I was losing breath, in that moment I panicked and lost sight of God and His peace. My eyes just witnessed something dreadful, a bus full of people and a steep cliff, the picture is still in my head.  The accident was so brutal. The bus was somehow tipped over hanging off the cliff with people falling out. How did they feel? Did they have time to forgive or say “I love you” to those they held close to their heart and why did I have to witness this? Why not someone else? I was frightened and nervous as I found myself in another country with a strange man driving 100 miles per hour not focusing on the road, can we be next to experience such tragedy? As I was in a zone I felt a large hand on my head and all I heard were whispers of prayer and no I wasn’t having a moment of glory, although wouldn’t that have been nice? It was my dad who always seems to bring me comfort, he’s a man of faith and prayer and I know God used him to manifest His peace over me in that moment. Soon I was feeling better. My heart was filled with compassion and hurt. Why did all this happen I felt like death was at my own door.That night I couldn’t sleep, anxiety crept into bed with me, I thought to open my bible for comfort yet all I could read were verses about death. Could it be my time? Should I repent for all the bad I’ve done? Should I call all my loved ones and let them know how much I love them? How long will this last? The next day I found myself in the mission field fulfilling the task God had for me. I used my helping hands and manifested the love of God to others, yet home was calling me as anxiety was hiding in my pocket. Weeks had passed and my mind was out of control. I remember my late uncle always reciting the verse 2 Timothy 1:7 “For God has not given us a spirit of fear, but of power love and a sound mind.” This experience took a toll on my mind, body and spirit.  Leaning more and more on the Lord and using food as medicine to cleanse my mind and body I was feeling normal again. As of now, it’s a distant memory that I can now share as my testimony.   I learned to keep trusting God, to keep serving Him even in my weakness. If your reading this and have experienced anxiety in any form you will know you’re not alone and trusting the beat of heaven is the best decision we can make. My passion for health came through this experience, having to go through anxiety I learned there’s many foods you should not eat such as foods high in sugar or caffeine for it can trigger the nervous system. I’m happy I changed my diet and life style, although I’m healed from anxiety I still experience it here and there but now know how to fight it off. Come walk with me on this journey we call life. #foodismedicine