No Longer Slaves
My anxiety has been consuming me recently. Or better said, I've been letting it. I often get described as a free-spirit, a bit of a hippie, but when I let worry and anxiety take over, I am anything but these things. Yesterday I got to the point where I couldn't do anything but worry about worrying. This place is a fatal circle of why am I worrying, I shouldn't be worrying, Jesus is bigger than this worry, so why aren't I trusting in Him, I know I should, but why aren't I? Anxiety builds and I end up an 'on edge' mess of shaking and fast breathing, unable to be productive in any area. My failure to draw near to God in my time of worry and stress proves to be negative in consequence. I perpetuate my own downfall and make it all worse for myself. I hold onto this lie that while I'm dealing with this stuff, I'm not good enough to come before Him. I find it so much easier to say "I've stuffed up, I'm sorry," than ...
