White Coat Syndrome

Today I see my primary doctor. Of course, my BP was high when I took it this morning. It is always highest when I see either of my doctors. Sigh. My cardiologist calls it “white coat syndrome.” It’s like being in school and getting notified to report to the principal’s office!

No matter what our physical age might be, we never outgrow the uncomfortable feeling when facing those who have authority over us. What will happen when I meet Jesus? I know I’ll be in awe of Him. But will I be fearful or anxious? The Bible tells me He died to save me. He loves me that much. More than I’ve ever been loved before. I can relate to the song, “I Can Only Imagine.”

I’ll be thinking about Jesus and my forever home when I see my doctor this morning. Maybe that will cure the white coat syndrome.

By Carol Ann Erhardt

I'm a mother, grandmother, great grandmother, and best of all a child of God. The beautiful colors in God's world lift my spirits and give me inspiration. Every morning is a new beginning, and a blessed gift from God! I enjoy a cup of tea each morning and give thanks to my Savior for life eternal.