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Things in our lives have been relatively quiet for a while. I am allowing myself to embrace the idea that we might be through this season of trial. Not just through, but actually learning to experience the peace that passes all understanding. The path there was not as pretty or as fast as I would have liked it to be.
The worst part of a season like the one we have come through is the compounding effect of taking hit after hit without time to recover. It reduces your resilience to ashes and it’s fertile ground for anxiety to grow. In fact, somewhere in the middle of this season I developed an anxiety disorder.
I’m a thinker by nature, so it’s very difficult for me when emotions get in the driver’s seat. A full-blown anxiety disorder let me know that emotions were not only in the driver’s seat, they had taken control of the whole car. They were messing with the signals, knocking the mirrors out of position, and stripping the gears at every opportunity.
Anxiety fixates you on the things that make you anxious, intensifying everything hundredfold. More times than I would care to admit, anxiety made me afraid to leave our house. It’s extremely hard to be out in public when your emotions and nerves feel like a frayed live wire bouncing around a puddle of water.

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When I did go out, things didn’t always go well. Once at Costco, I burst into tears at the checkout counter. I was utterly and completely mortified. Having to explain to the very concerned checker that I was crying because I have an anxiety disorder and I had reached my limit for being out in public, was almost worse than the anxiety itself. I thought I was seriously broken, like unfixable broken. It terrified me.
There are a lot of things that are helping to get me through the anxiety of this season. God’s presence in my life; the grace, mercy, and love that He pours abundantly into us, has been my foundation. I have the blessing of my family and the love we share, a good counselor, supportive friends, and a good church. In addition, there are three things that helped me recover that I want to share.
1) I’m not broken beyond repair. I am wounded and grieving. I have good reason to be grieving. I need to stop fighting it. I need to let grief do the work that God gave us the gift of grief to do. I need to let God heal me.
The thought that I was broken beyond repair, immobilized me. I have come to realize that, however intense and seemingly out of control the emotions I am experiencing are, they aren’t an indication that I am broken. They are an indication that there are things I need to address. They are legitimate and normal. Realizing this was a massive relief. Understanding that God was using these emotions to heal me was liberating.

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2) I must utilize the resources God has given me. Instead of fixating on anxiety, I can fix my eyes on Him. Jesus is always available to help us for however long the storm rages. Short storm, long storm, it does not matter. He is always in the boat with me. I just need to recognize this and ask for His help. (Matt 8:23-27)
The single most powerful weapon against anxiety is the Word of God. Instead of fearing the storm, I get to practice taking Him at His word. I get to stand on His promises. He is faithful to keep His promises. He will not let me down and He will not let me drown.
3) I can turn everyone and everything over to Him.
It’s incredibly hard to move forward when you are carrying the weight of everything you should have surrendered to God. I don’t have to figure it all out or try to bring it all under control. I can give it to the God who can speak to the storm and calm the waves (Mark 4:35-41). I can cast my cares, concerns, and anxiety on Him. (1 Peter 5:7) I can surrender everything that is creating anxiety in my life to the one who offers to relieve my burden.

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“Take My yoke upon you and learn from Me for I am gentle and humble in heart and you will find rest for your souls. For My yoke is easy and My burden is light” Matt 11:29-30.
Anxiety began to leave when I started practicing casting my cares on Him and obeying the command in Phil 4:6-7 to bring everything to Him in prayer. Anxiety is being replaced by the peace that comes from God. A peace, not like the flimsy peace the world gives, that disintegrates at the first round of attacks. But real peace that rebuffs the attacks, peace that passes all understanding, the peace that Jesus promised us in John 14:26-27.
There are still days where anxiety jumps in the driver’s seat, but they are getting less and less. I am getting better at letting Him take the driver’s seat since I discovered there’s not enough room in the car for anxiety and God. I am beginning to feel tendrils of hope sprouting in my soul again. It’s nice.
I am coming to understand that the way to survive and even recover from an anxiety disorder is to turn everything over to Him, and learn from Him. I am learning to let Him teach me whatever lessons seasons like this have to teach me, and to keep my eyes fixed on Him. I am learning to receive the peace He gives. I am learning how to leave anxiety behind and embrace life even in the midst of the worst trials.

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