Worry, fear, and anxiety—emotions that most of us will experience at some point in our life. I’ve certainly endured my share of anxiety, but what an encouragement it is to know that God knew ahead of time that we were bound to struggle and gave us input on how to manage it when it occurred. Read more for 40 scriptures to combat worry, fear, anxiety and panic attacks.
I suppose you could call it a professional hazard as a neuropsychologist. I have a tendency to pay attention to what people say, and what people don’t say, what they do, and what they don’t do. I’m always paying attention, and always listening. Sometimes I’ll comment, if people want to know my opinion, but I often just stay silent.
I’ve noticed one of the ways the enemy brings about worry, fear and anxiety so he can steal our peace is through a door we’ve left open. Don’t leave an open door! Fight back against his tactics with these tips.
How many times in a day, week, or month do you ask, “What if…?” I know that when I start asking “What if…?” I’ve opened up the door to worry, fear, and anxiety. And that’s not a pleasant place to camp out. There is a reason God told us over 300 times in the Bible to “Do not be afraid,” “Fear not,” and “Be anxious for nothing.” He knew we would struggle. Read more for what to do when anxiety hits.
Every year round about Thanksgiving, the same question always comes: “Mom, what do you want for Christmas this year?”
I remember Christmases from my childhood, when my brother and I would study the Sears-Roebuck toy catalog, all the while dreaming of the things that would show up under the tree with our names attached.
As a child and into my early teen years, things seemed so important. Amassing the newest and greatest toys or fads and comparing our holiday inheritance with friends upon our return to school following Christmas break. “What did you get? Want to know what I got?”
Yes, you read that right. I’m fairly certain I won’t ever forget the day I was diagnosed with cancer.
About a week earlier, I had shared what I thought was a very mild concern with my doctor. She then determined a biopsy was in order.
“A biopsy? Oh I hardly think all that is necessary,” I implored. Still she insisted.
“Okay—do as you like but I don’t think we need to make that big of a fuss over it. It’s more of an annoyance than anything.”
Honestly, I put it behind me and didn’t consider it again, until…
