Time and again, I must return to this passage:
Can all your worries add a single moment to your life?
(NLT) -Matthew 6:27
I have anxiety attacks. Not often, but enough that I know I walk around with this burden of my own making. It is a feeling, when I start to worry, that rises up inside and is allowed to consume me, my thoughts, my words.
I think I can overcome it. I think I am strong enough or smart enough or wise enough to deal with it myself.
However, I have been admonished more than once that “worry and stress reveal your doubt in God’s will.” He’s got this. Just like He has everything. As much as I can repeat my mantra that I got this, that isn’t the case. I cannot do it without Him.
No, my worries do not add anything to my life. They take away from it, these fears of my own making. I have trained my body to go into fight-or-flight mode each time my circuitous mind grasps a painful moment and works on it like a dog with a bone. It is not productive; it is destructive. I am not trusting in Him but rather harming me and being toxic to those around me.
I must remember, too:
Do not be anxious about anything, but in every situation, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God.
(NIV) –Philippian 4:6-7