7th December
Anxiety, Interrupted
It can be annoying to be interrupted. I work from home so for me interruptions are limited to my dog barking. Someone at the door. Or a reminder that pops up on my phone. Mostly anyway.
This is normal. Nothing out of the ordinary and certainly doesn’t constitute as a major disruption.
One that stops the clocks. Puts the brakes on. Halts proceedings.
Most of us will have experienced one of those. A life defining moment or event. that sends us off on a path we would not have chosen.
One of mine was anxiety. Its seeds were sown over a number of years. But I didn’t realise I’d opened the packet and was spreading them liberally and my thought life was watering them.
Fear and worry escalated and became my go to until I was so worn out, so worn down, my mind couldn’t keep up.
Anxiety had walked right in and made a home. Causing more than an interruption. It pushed me into a deep dark pit and I didn’t know the way out.
It stomped around telling me it owned the place. And in truth I’d opened the door. Allowed it free to roam.
It needed to be evicted. If I have the mind of Christ, anxiety shouldn’t have any rights to access. It was trespassing and so I showed it the door.
In it’s place I sowed new seeds. Words of truth. Bible verses. Worship songs. Faith filled anthems blaring out over its lies. Till it scurried out with its tail between its legs.
Now there are new shoots of life and plants that are maturing. Flowering. Growing. If it tries to walk up the garden path and tread on the flowers, I shoo it out. Goodbye, adios, you’re not welcome here anymore. There’s no space, no place for you.
