My husband and I had a long talk about anxiety a couple of nights ago; about how greatly anxiety affects us.
We talked about the obvious effects anxiety has on our emotional, physical, and spiritual health, and about how our anxiety affects others, too -- not just ourselves. We can't pull the anxiety card and use it as an excuse to hurt other people. Not that we'd ever do so intentionally, but there is a risk of the harsh reality of anxiety being used almost as a crutch, as if we don't have to think before we speak or act because we're victims of something we have no control over; we can just apologize and explain ourselves later, right? As if everyone will understand that we're not actually jerks, we're just suffering.
It's true -- anxiety is a serious mental illness, and many sufferers, including myself, find that at times, it's too difficult to deal with by our own strength. We can't just fight it off; we can't just "think happy thoughts"; and no matter how we pray, we can't just take our thoughts captive and turn them into something good. It's not that easy. Sure, sometimes our minds are able to control our anxiety, but there are many times when we just need to lie down, cry it out, and most definitely we need to talk to someone about it, quite possibly to a professional who can prescribe medication to help.
Ironically, the day after our long talk about all of this was one of the worst days I've had in a long time, in terms of my anxiety. It was a rough day, and I didn't handle it well. I was affected emotionally and spiritually, so my kids were affected and my husband was affected by my anxiousness. The day ended, I said a prayer of thanks for that and prayed I'd get to see another day of His new mercies, which I did, and on that new day I read Luke 19.
That line from verse 48 comforted me as I read. Jesus's words and teachings were so effective and so truth-filled that people just could not get enough. They were eating every word up, and more importantly, they were believing Him. They trusted Him.
Why do I find it so hard to believe God's promises sometimes? Or, actually it's not that I don't believe them, I forget them. I forget that I'm counted as worthy in His sight, through Christ, and I forget all of the wonderful blessings and promises He's made to me.
I need to remember His words, and I need to hang on to His words, because in Him there is perfect peace.
If you are someone who battles and suffers from anxiety, I'll be praying for you. Will you pray for my husband and I?
I need to remember His words & I need to hang on to His words, because in Him there is perfect peace.
Here also are some verses that we can reference to help each other out:
2 Thessalonians 3:16
1 Peter 5:6-8
YOUR TURN: Do you ever have trouble remembering God's promises to you? How do you remind yourself of them again? Give me some tips! ⤵︎