My strengths are closely tied to what I label as “weaknesses.” Perhaps it’s about focusing on the parts that are helpful and letting the other stuff go.
So how do we live through disaster well? We take our terrifying anxieties and our aching sorrows in both hands and we look heavenward. We choose to let despair draw us to Jesus, rather than away.
What do you do with anxious thoughts? What do they look like? Is there a picture that forms in your mind? Does it have a color? A texture? What song can you sing to anxiety to slow its rhythm? Let yourself be surprised by the sudden peace that comes as you name your fears. As your poem finds its way, feel free to share it with us. We’re all in this together.
We fight for big and little things, but this rubs against faith - surrender to the will of God and His plan, which might include suffering and even death.
Anxiety had become my life-long companion - so ingrained in who I am that my diagnosis came as quite a surprise to me and so is the healing.