Not So Fast
Some days, fear has this grip on me. It does that. Fear can make a girl feel like the whole world is closing in dark and she can’t even breathe, though she’s standing in the middle of the yard, gulping in the breeze.
Anxiety and worry will steal your joy and sabotage your peace.
When this happens, I’ve got a choice to make. I can keep running scared, frantically pounding out the to-do list, or I can be still for a minute. I can tend to my soul and talk to the One who promises to never leave or forsake me.
Our Maker didn’t give us a spirit that makes us afraid. He gave us a spirit of love and power and a sound mind, so we can be sure that fear is not from Him.
I’m learning to slow down and take those anxious thoughts captive. I have to grab them up by the scruff of their good-for-nothing neck and march them up to Jesus. Then I choose to let His voice be the loudest in my head.
It’s work, this casting all my what-ifs on God, who calls Himself my Refuge and Strength. But He’s a very present help in my troubles, so that means He’s right here. Right now. Right when I need Him most.
And even if my worst fears happen and I stumble and fall headlong, He’s still got me. Underneath me are those everlasting arms.
The shadows there on the lawn are just spotted rays of light.
I breathe God-peace in and out.
“The eternal God is your refuge, and underneath are the everlasting arms.” (Deut. 33:27a)
“God is our refuge and strength, a very present help in trouble…
The Lord of hosts is with us; the God of Jacob is our refuge.” (Psalm 46:1, 7)