I get it. You want all of my attention. Every last drop. You want to talk to me and be with me every second of every day. Well, that’s cute. And I’m flattered. But can a girl get some space?
Ever since I met you back in my awkward high school days, you haven’t left me alone. You’re always showing up uninvited, stealing the spotlight, getting all dramatic for nothing. And I know you’re used to the easily persuaded, flimsy little girl who always gave in without a fight. But, times have changed. And so have I.
Look. I’m not gonna sugarcoat it. You’re straight up suffocating. Downright confusing. And 100 percent consuming. And since we’re (I’m) being honest, I can finally say: I can do so much better than you. So I’m cutting you off, once and for all. Sorry not sorry, we’re done.
Here’s why. For one, you’re way too heavy. I can’t keep carrying you around like a boulder on my back. It’s much harder to keep my chin up with you bringing me down.
And two, you’re just a really bad influence. When I’m around you, I do things like: live in panic about the future instead of focusing on the now, stress about things I can’t control, overthink until my brain blows a fuse, and worry. Can’t forget the worrying. So. Much. Worrying.
Oh, and here’s a thing I could do without: all that noise you’ve been making up there. It’s near-impossible to hear the voice of the Lord (or any positive thought for that matter) over your blabbering little mouth. Seriously, not cool.
So I figured out a better plan to get through my days. Surprise! It has nothing to do with you.
Anxiety, meet my God.
My God, who says, “Be anxious for nothing, but in every thing by prayer and supplication, let your requests be made known unto God.”
My God, who says, “My peace I give unto you: not as the world giveth, give I unto you. Let not your heart be troubled, neither let it be afraid.”
My God, who tells me to cast all my cares on Him, because He cares for me. (Unlike some people, cough cough.)
Truth is, my God is so much more powerful than you. I’m not sure why I’ve given you so much of myself, when really I should’ve given it all up to Him. I feel nothing but hope and assurance when I’m standing in His presence, and that’s more than I could ever say about you.
So this is it. Finally. Our little dance is done. Anxiety, you’re out. My God is taking over.
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