Anxiety. Worry. Stress. Fear.
I know them well. I've struggled with these unwelcome emotions my entire life.
In Chapter 2 of his book Crazy Love, Francis Chan says:
"Worry implies that we don't quite trust that God is big enough, powerful enough, or loving enough to take care of what's happening in our lives.
"Stress says that the things we are involved in are important enough to merit our impatience, our lack of grace toward others, or our tight grip of control."
"Both worry and stress reek of arrogance. They declare our tendency to forget that we've been forgiven, that our lives here are brief, that we are headed to a place where we won't be lonely, afraid, or hurt ever again, and that in the context of God's strength, our problems are small, indeed."
Reading that chapter last week could not have been timelier, as I am currently in the throes of an anxiety cycle. It was one of those "was this chapter written specifically for me?" moments. Hard to process. But, very necessary.
I'm learning that my anxiety is often linked to my desire to "fix things." When I see a problem, I have a hard time letting it go. In my own strength, I try to come up with solutions to fix a problem and when the solutions don't come easily, I tighten my grip of control and try harder. It's rather exhausting and completely ineffective, not to mention arrogant. In the end, I usually experience some sort of physical, bodily manifestation of the stress, such as a migraine or a few weeks of vertigo, as well as a broken relationship that needs mending. Sounds fun, doesn't it?
I don't always get it wrong. There are times when I do trust God and in His strength, we are able to make some fantastic changes together. Having a "problem solver" type personality can have its up-sides, too!
But right now, I've definitely got it all wrong. I'm anxious about a whole laundry list of things that I can't seem to fix.
Slowly and gently, God is breaking me. He is using people and circumstances and books and His Word to remind me that He is in control and He is worthy of my trust. I'm slowing peeling open my fingers and letting my palms be open and upward.
As I begin to see Him and His goodness more clearly, I simultaneously see my failings more clearly - my difficulty loving those who are different from me, my pride, my need to control, my harsh words, my desire for comfort.
Broken is a hard place to be. But, I'm once again reminded that it's a good place - because broken is where God's love and grace abound.
During this last week of Lent, may I continue to be broken that I might fully celebrate Easter this coming Sunday.
May I give up fear, anxiety, worry, and stress and instead, put God in His rightful place.
May I trust that God has me and my family right where we are, in this place and time, for a specific purpose and that He will protect us.
And, may I have the courage to stay where He's called us (and not run) - even when it seems so very hard.