Anxiety.

I can feel the anxiety bubbling to the surface. It's creeping slowly upward. Somewhere from the bottom of my depths it's creeping forward and I'm trying to keep the sheer panic from setting in.

I can't stand it when I'm like this. I know things are okay. In fact I can tell myself over and over, "You're okay. You're okay." But my heart still races and my mind feels like it's trying to complete a triathalon... without training.

God, only you can still the anxious heart and mind. Direct my steps. I thank you that you know and have given me the exact circumstances I am in. Thank you that you love me even though I'm frail, imperfect and broken. Change my heart to respond to you and to allow myself to be calmed. To know that I can't do it all, accomplish it all or be it all. BUT YOU ARE my ALL in ALL. Help me to seek you for strength and rest not to trust in myself and my abilities. Thank you for letting me shower today. Thank you for Samuel's cheerful heart this morning. Thank you for the extra hours of sleep. Let me rest and trust in you. Remove the false guilt and condemnation I am experiencing. Bring true conviction where needed. Remove the shame of past failures. My hope is in you Lord. I cry out to you knowing that you have said that you are a faithful God and I'm believing you to be who you say you are. Show me my next step for this day. Help me to see you in the small things and in the small people that you have placed in my care. I surrender all of me. Thank you Jesus. In your name I pray, Amen.

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Anonymous said…
My precious child....I love you with an everlasting love and presence and have promised that I will never leave you or forsake you or leave you or forsake you or leave you or leave you. I am strengthening your feet like hinds feet on high places. You are trusting Me...and I am trusting you. I have seen your tears, I have heard your crys. I know.

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