Speak to me

I was doing fine. I mean, really great! 
I finally felt like I had my anxiety under control. After all, isn't it just worry anyway? 
My sister reminded me a while back of this : what the bible says about being anxious is to just NOT  be ( Phil 4 vs 6). 

So I was strolling around my merry little way, enjoying this freedom of no worries and one thing led to another and  like a ton of bricks- it flooded me again. To be quite honest, it's not one thing, it's actions. Thoughts that produce actions that produce worry- that's the nature of anxiety. 

So after my worry house was built I just sat inside of it like a little girl lost and with tears said to myself  " I was doing fine". 

When God speaks to me, he always calms the storm. Even when it's words of correction. The truth is, that the real storm is facing any day, any battle, any thing at all in life without him. When I start laying the foundation for these anxiety bricks to be built it's always a little thought or action I am facing without him. But when he is holding my hand, and my confidence is in his palm, worry doesn't stand a chance for survival.

Speak to me O God, and calm the storm again. Your sweet voice gives me joy that produces strength, and your amazing love enables my very breath. Forgive me for worrying  and speak, then  I will make it through these storms.

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