Anxiety & Faith

How Much Trust Do I have?

Anxiety & Faith

“The beginning of anxiety is the end of faith, and the beginning of faith is the end of anxiety.”  George Mueller

Anxiety is the new American Pastime.

It’s considered normal to be anxious and most of us use the term “I’m Worried” like it’s a badge of honor.

Today, listen to how many times you say, without thinking, how worried you are about this or that.

I think it will surprise you.

God tells us not to worry because to fret brings more evil, yet, we worry about our next paycheck, we worry about our kids, we worry about things we have absolutely no control over, but we’re okay with it because to worry shows we care?

For me, worry replaces trust. I have trust issues, I admit it. So rather than trusting God and allowing Him to show me things, I pick up the worry bucket and carry a load I’m not ment to physically and mentally capable of hauling. But to worry is easier than to trust, for me. It means I’m still in control.

Worrying is not okay even if it’s about important things.

If you stop and think about anxiety it’s almost a national illness.

So many are medicated for it when if we believe what God tells us, to truly cure anxiety we need a heavy dose of faith.

I’m not saying I’m good at not being anxious, I’m terrible at it. I look at the rock in that picture and my anxiety level goes through the roof. When I saw it in real life it made me want to walk faster to get out of the rock’s path if it decided to roll down the hill.

I don’t care where we are in life, anxiety is out to get us. When we fear something we can’t change or think we should be able to change, we are more easily distracted from finding the truth, from living our lives, from finding that peace that is non-understandable.

I look at the year ahead and really want to put my faith in God and what He is doing. I know, just uttering those words makes me a target for evil.

But anxiety is my enemy. I must find ways to talk myself down from the cliff of despair when worry has its hold on me.

Part of me thinks “Good night Rick, you are 65 years old, you’d think by now you’d have learned this.” But the other side says,” it’s nice to be 65 and still TRYING to figure out this thing God gave me, my life.”