Today, I am tired. It was one of those nights where you just lay there and try to will yourself to sleep.
I pushed through the day. Many of those surrounding me were doing the same thing. It didn’t help that the weather was somber and rainy skies.
Towards the end of the day, I had an interaction with someone which made me realize something.
We’re not so different.
As I listened to her make a completely irrational statement and follow it with, “I guess that just comes from the anxiety,” I couldn’t help but think, I get it. I get it.
Max Lucado defines fear as something that sees a threat whereas anxiety imagines a threat.
It often takes only one thing to trigger the anxiety before it spirals into a volcano of what ifs.
It’s really not the easiest way to live.
I know. I’ve been there. And to be honest, every day is a concentrated effort to decide that I will not live like that.
How have I traveled this far to a place where peace comes easier and sooner?
By the grace of God.
Last year, I was just beginning this journey to battle anxiety head on. Click here to learn more.
The past year has definitely been a journey. I have realized that men and women, young and old, rich and not so rich suffer from anxiety.
We’re really not so different.
God meets us where we are and loves us as we are. He is opening my eyes and heart to a willingness to be vulnerable with safe people.
Anxiety is a journey, but He promises to be with us for the duration of the journey.
That alone should bring some peace.
And my interaction from earlier? I simply reassured her, smiled at her, and let her know everything in that moment truly was okay. It’s so wonderful that I can now be a source of steady and calm encouragement for others who struggle with anxiety, too.
That is only by the grace of God.