We claim anxiety like badges of honor. We say “my anxiety” letting it take root and have free reign. Cradling it like a child when it’s actually a tumor. Becoming comfortable with something that is completely in our control even when it feels like it controls us.
Anxiety is a spirit, much like fear. It feeds off our tiny worries and fears and grows bigger, almost debilitating. And when it starts acting up, we let it run its course and sit back to take whatever beating it’s offering that day.
What if I told you that you could rid of anxiety altogether, and not crush under the weight of this tumor we’ve learned to become complacent with?
Since Anxiety is a spirit, we have to fight it with spiritual weapons. By first opening up the Word of God. The sword to fight these weapons. Let God lead you through scripture as you fight. Let God’s armor cover you through the many times this anxiety (and other negative thoughts) tries to go in and out of your mind as smoke screens.
Anxiety is much like a pregnant woman. We know we’re pregnant, whether it was unexpected or intentional, and a lot of us decide if we’re going to accept it. When you accept that you have a human living inside you, you then begin to get used to the thought of something growing. We watch the belly form into this huge round sphere. When that baby sits on your bladder we blame it on the baby’s placement. When we have morning sickness, we blame it on the baby. When we have backaches and painful hips, we blame the baby. And when that baby finally comes, after pain that I’ve heard is indescribable, we are now parents to this baby for the rest of our lives.
Now, don’t get me wrong, I believe children are miracles in themselves, so I am not saying babies and anxiety go hand and hand. But I am saying that we have a way to accept what is and allow it to have reign like we do when we have children. They become your focus for a very long time. But, we shouldn’t treat anxiety the same way, although many of us do.
We say “my” anxiety is acting up, or “my” anxiety is causing me to be irritable. While it’s true that anxiety can be both things, to claim it as your own means you are now cradling this toxin like a newborn baby. When we really should be asking God to rip this thing off. To do surgery on us. To help us not unintentionally rely on this crippling, disgusting, filthy, spirit.
Scriptures I am reading right now to help deliver and speak against the spirit of anxiety.