pink bubble

I had a good weekend. Had a surpassingly good response from my seventeen-year-olds in Sunday School. Cool.
As soon as I walked into the Museum this morning and sat down at the round table on the cold iron chairs I felt it - that anxiety that's been building in my stomach for three weeks. It started roiling up, a physical feeling, like this purple monster reaching from stomach to my limbs. I immediately closed my eyes and offered a silent prayer: please don't let this anxiety take over, give me some protection. And then I had proof Heavenly Father knows me personally. In my mind's eye I had this image of Glinda the Good Fairy arriving in Oz in her magic bubble. I need a magic bubble! An anti-anxiety, Glinda-pink bubble around me.
I swear to you, it worked. I imagined a pink bubble repelling all the anxiety-provoking bickering and useless discussion in staff meeting. They bounced off making little *plinks*. If I were a therapist, I would totally patent this idea.