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Anxiety's Antidote



I found myself fretting about a LOT of things last week.

There were bills to pay, deadlines to meet, relationships to build all in a world where each day is filled with uncertainty. The fear of the future got to me like it had never before; I was drowning in my worries about life.

But GOD in His mercy heard me even before I prayed for help. I had only just started to notice that my fretting was becoming a problem when GOD spoke to me through His Son.

He first reminded me to cast my anxieties on Him because He cares for me (1 Peter 5:7). I read that but it didn't really sink in. Then, the next day, He reminded me of His promises in Matthew 6:25-34:

"Do not worry about your life, what you will eat or what you will drink; nor about your body, what you will put on. Is not life more than food and the body more than clothing?"

The writer of the devotional stated, "Since your body and life are more complex and difficult to provide than food and clothing are, and yet God has, in fact, created and provided you with both, then surely, He will be able to and willing to provide you with food and clothing. Moreso, no matter what happens, He will raise your body up to eternal fellowship with Him some day".

"Moreso...eternal fellowship with Him some day". That's what I forget when I spend my energy fretting about things in this passing world. God has provided all that I need most, that I will have eternal fellowship with Him, That's what all my energy should be channelled to, hoping and trusting for the day that promise is fulfilled.

So very good, one might say, but what happens in the present, in the now, with the demands of life?

"Look at the birds of the air; they neither sow nor reap nor gather into barns, and yet your Heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not of more value than they?

"If God is willing and able to feed such insignificant creatures as birds who cannot do anything to bring their food into being--as we can by farming-- then He will certainly provide what you need, because you are worth a lot more than birds."

Anxiety and worry is part of being human, but so that we do not get crushed by the weight of our troubles-- whether actual or potential-- we must remember Christ's never-failing promises to us.

I would like you to read the rest of the devotional here and here to see more of Christ's promises in this chapter. I pray we grow to trust Him and cast every care upon Him.

When I worried about many things, your assuring words soothed my soul. (Psalm 94:19)

I pray that Christ's promises will sink so deep into our hearts, and take root there.

Lots of love ,

FeyVored







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