Want to know how great God is?

I was just recently diagnosed with OCD-a form of anxiety. I basically get these( sometimes ) awful thoughts in my head and often feel compelled to recite Bible verses or things to do with the Bible to keep them at bay-which, although God is powerful, doesn't particularly work with OCD. This isn't including the depression that all of everything can give me.

Anyway, I had my suspicions about having OCD for days or weeks before I told my parents about it-and, even then, I'd been holding it in for so long that I was full-out sobbing. I was afraid that they'd think I was crazy or say that I was going to hell. I was feeling all kinds of things. Dirty, unfaithful, evil, etc. I couldn't even joke with my family or do most things without feeling guilty. Unseeable illnesses are no joke. Your mind can be a scary place if you let it get out of hand. But, luckily, my mom understood and made me a doctor's appointment.

But, anyway, in my bathroom, there's some seashells on a rope for decoration that make a nice sound when you play with them. I know because I was playing with it a day prior to what I'm about to tell you. So, I'm taking a bath a few days after telling my parents-and after having a sucky morning and night-and I immediately start to get anxious again and pray, asking God for a sign that I'm doing the right thing. A few minutes later, after I'm done praying, I hear that little seashell thing jiggle very briefly-and I remembered what it sounded like because I'd just played with it the other day. If there had been something around the rope thing to make it jiggle, maybe I wouldn't have thought that much about it, but it was the fact that I'd just been playing with it the day before and just finished praying a few minutes ago that really set me off into thinking that this was a sign. God knew that I needed to hear it.

Then, the day of the appointment comes. I go in with my mom, basically normal appointment stuff, we tell the doctor what's going on. It turns out that my doctor also has OCD, and struggled with it when she was a kid because her parents and the people around her didn't understand. She assured me that I was normal and perfectly faithful and gave me medicine that should start working in two weeks. But not only did she do that-she also reminded me that God was not a punishing God and told me a short bible story.

Jesus said to His disciples, ' You will do greater things than I. ' Of course, while nothing can be as great as Him dying for our sins, thereby cleansing us from them, bear in mind that I was also really insecure about taking medicine to help with such things. But she was quick to reassure me that she thought that Jesus was referring to medicine.

I left the appointment feeling way better and proudly proclaiming that I had OCD to my parents. I was so happy that it wasn't me.

And let's not even get into the fact that the youth group at our church had a sermon on giving our anxieties to the Lord that Wednesday.

So, in case you're wondering if God exists...

God bless!

Please get saved before it's too late.