Anxiety Might Have a Grasp, but it Will Never Win!

My anxiety grips me.

I try to run but it’s always faster.

The more I long to escape, the less grounded I become and the less of reality that I see.

I know that the easy way out is to let the anxiety engulf me. 

I feel it gaining by the day, by the hour with only brief moments of relief. 

I can feel the burden on my chest, the weight that is dragging me down.

Broken I am, but in that brokenness, I will stand up time and time again.

Only by the grace of God that I'd have the strength to face another day. 

To endure the self that only longs to keep me enchained in a non-grounded way!

But keep me down my anxiety within cannot accomplish, for I trust Christ with this. 

I don’t know why this internal griping on my soul exists, but I am here to stay.

Determined to conquer it by utilizing the grace that God bestows upon me.

Clinging to his outstretched hand that is so undeserving. 

So even though this anxiety grips me with shows no signs of release,

my longing to escape as strong as it is, remains minimal in comparison.

Minimal in comparison to the hunger I have to follow the will of God and spread his love to all of humanity.

For even in this prison chained by angst, my joy is still present, because ultimately my joy is independent of my circumstances.

Found guilty of being only dependent on my relationship with God.

Even in my doubt, God is there walking ahead of me, particularly within grasp that my anxiety has upon me in the present. So run I might try but resting in God's arms is what I have been created to do.

Programmed into my very being to trust during every moment that comes my way!