I want to give God praise for something that happened a few years ago. Since my husband passed I have avoided funerals like the plague. To think of funerals gave me great anxiety. I missed funerals of loved family members.One day around 2022 someone we knew someone who shot himself. He went to school with my oldest son. The day of his funeral came I knew I needed to go and support the kids and family. I got up went to the service without once feeling a hint of anxiety and those who know me and the issues surrounding my husband's passing could only know this was nothing short of a miracle. They holy spirit. I could never have went in my own strength. It was all God. It still baffles me to this day.