The enemy of our souls comes to kill, steal, and destroy. Sometimes he barges right in and sits in my living room. He wears many faces, so sometimes instead of showing him the door, I make pleasant conversation and serve him tea. I realize too late his true identity.
But I’m beginning to recognize some of the enemy’s hallmarks. Anxiety is one.
It comes at me in a thousand ways. When is my husband going to finish that room in the basement? Maybe I’m allowing my son to come home too late. I should start looking for something to wear to the wedding. The attic needs to reorganized. What about the boxes of books I just pulled out to sort, and the photographs? And when am I going to get more wall hangings for our bare walls?
My natural response is to write lists, strategize, implement a plan of action. Get this mess under control! But before I know it, I’m buried by the avalanche I tried to keep at bay with my own two hands.
Anxiety is the thing that gets me running around in circles like a chicken with its head cut off. It has me planning my own agenda, instead of waiting to hear God’s. It makes me impatient and angry, kicking at the obstacles that get in my way. It leaves me exhausted and empty. It destroys my relationships and steals my joy.
Anxiety, too, has many faces, but it always smells like fear. It’s fear that fuels the fire, the one that threatens to burn everything in the name of control.
But what do I have to fear, when the God of the universe, the Creator of all things, is with me? My Father in heaven knows what I need.
When anxiety comes knocking, I can show it the door.