Anxiety is the thief of joy and hope. It tears apart your confidence and stomps on your dreams. Your mind swirls around in hopelessness. I believe it's an utterly spiritual thing. I also believe that I am plagued with it, and have been for as long as I can remember. I've never put a name to it, just shrugged it off as a character flaw, or chocked it up to being self-conscious. But no. I am so thankful that I don't have to be perfect or pretend to be. I think that's one thing that turns people away from Jesus - His followers acting like they have it all together. That is not me. I am a completely imperfect individual, with hope of a better future and eternity based on my savior's perfection. Nothing of my own accord. I struggle with anxiety. I wrestle with despair. But the power I have over it is to claim freedom in Christ over the spiritual forces that want to see me writhing in my own tears. I don't want to live life that way. I am free! I am free! The chains of my old life are gone. I am a new creation is Jesus and his perfect love. I am brought into his story of redemption and I get to play a tiny role in it, and point to him the whole time.
Don't ever let someone fool you into thinking they've got everything together.
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