When I become anxious I tend to feed myself on the wrong thoughts. I’m so eagerly but helplessly trying to figure things out. I want to have them fixed so I can go on with life. I’m not only feeding on the wrong thoughts, though, but I’m also tempted to use negative words; maybe not even so much toward others but toward myself: I mean, what good am I anyway?

Perhaps you know that kind of feeling? It’s been one of these days all week long. It all began last Saturday and its peak was on Tuesday this week…

I’ve got up early, read my Bible and enjoyed a freshly brewed cup of my favorite German coffee. However, that morning my dog was sick. I’ve called the vet, made an appointment and then we’ve headed toward Dublin.

Depending on how heavy traffic is, it usually takes us about 75-90 minutes to get there. It rained heavily that morning. Then, after about 45 minutes, the maintenance light came on. Immediately, the car slowed down which, for a moment, felt like a kick down of an automatic car. After that I couldn’t do more than 55mph (80km/h). I pulled over and stopped the car. I’ve sent a text message to my husband and then took a glance into the glovebox and reached for the owner’s manual. I’ve searched for words like maintenance and repair but couldn’t find anything helpful in the book. Now, what shall I do? Rapsy started whining and I felt irritated…

I knew that the more I would give into my own thoughts, the deeper I would get into trouble, and the harder it would be to snap out of it again.

The Bible says that we should:

Be anxious for nothing, but in everything by prayer and supplication, with thanksgiving, let your requests be made known to God; and the peace of God, which surpasses all understanding, will guard your hearts and minds through Christ Jesus. Finally, brethren, whatever things are tru, whatever things are pure, whatever things are lovely, whatever things are of good report, if there is any virtue and if there is anything praiseworthy — meditate on these things. (Philippians 4:6-8 NKJV)

So I decided to stop everything and pray. I’ve praised God and then asked Him to bless this journey and to use it for His glory. After my prayer I felt this inner peace that everything is going to be okay and I continued driving up to Dublin.


2 thoughts on “Anxiety

  1. Rough week for you. I’m proud of you for stopping to pray. Wish I had that ability. When I get anxious like that, I can’t quiet my mind to focus on prayer. It’s too rattled. I hope that Rapsy is doing okay. That’s a long drive to the vet. Our vet moved to where it was taking too long to get there, so we switched to one closer, which is 25 to 30 minutes away.

    1. Thank you SO much, Lori, for taking the time to read my blog and for your comment.

      Honestly, I’m just like you: I can‘t be still and focus on prayer while I‘m anxious. I force myself to stop everything to pray. As I‘m praying my spirit calms down and I’m able to focus more and more on the prayer — letting go of the thoughts and rather focusing on things above.

      Rapsy is still on medication but on a lower dose this week. I‘m giving my best to keep him calm and resting. Will have to take it slow for another week and then we are off to the beach again. Yay!

      Thank you again, for commenting! Until next time, HUGs!

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