What Keeps Me from Freedom?
I was listening to a woman filled with anxiety today. The words I heard repeated throughout the conversation were the four words I wrote about earlier. Little, if anything positive, made it from her mind to her tongue. “Yeah, but” and “what if, were keeping her from the freedom that comes from trust.
When I take on the responsibility of making things okay around me, I’ll constantly be in a state of turmoil, stress, and confusion. The battle belongs to God, not me. Why is that so hard to accept? When God promises to fight for me, why do I struggle? What purpose do I accomplish when trying to “fix” the things I can’t control?
Maybe, I should ask myself what it means to trust God. Am I a better alternative? Really?