“Why, God?” I used to think that this question was harmless. Many times during different struggles I would ask God this question. I felt like I was doing what I was supposed to: reading my Bible and praying every day, trying my hardest to obey in everything and doing what was right. I felt like it was unfair that I should be struggling. I was doing the right things, and I didn’t want to struggle with anxiety, fear, doubts or sinful thoughts. Besides, I saw other people who weren’t doing all that I was, and they didn’t have any of the problems that I was facing on a daily basis. It wasn’t fair didn’t make sense. “So, why God?”
“We sent Timothy…to strengthen and encourage you in your faith, so that no one would be unsettled by these trials. For you know quite well that we are destined for them.” -1 Thessalonians 3:2-3
We have got to settle this thing or we will live our lives being constantly unsettled by every trial or persecution we encounter.’
“Suddenly, when they looked around, they no longer saw anyone with them except Jesus.” (Mk.9:8)
There come times in my struggles when whatever it is that I am currently facing becomes overwhelming consuming. Maybe because I’ve been struggling with this particular fear for a long time, maybe it’s because I’m hormonal and emotionally unstable. It’s those days when my mind can’t seem to think about anything except my fear, my doubt, and my anxiety. It becomes hard to focus on normal activities such as school, meals, and daily routines. I become crippled and unable to enjoy and do anything as my mind is consumed with my struggle.
“Children, obey your parents in the Lord, for this is right. ‘Honor your father and mother’-which is the first commandment with a promise-‘that it may go well with you and that you may enjoy long life on the earth.’ Fathers, do not exasperate your children; instead, bring them up in the training and instruction of the Lord.” -Ephesians 6:1-4
In 1513 Juan Ponce de Leon, inspired by Native American legend, set sail for Bimini seeking riches and a fountain of youth. He would find neither.
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So often my reaction to that word has not been a warm soft feeling that flows down my body. Instead it’s made tears spring unbidden to my eyes. It’s made my fists curl into tight balls because peace is the one thing I’ve wanted so badly, and I have tried so desperately to obtain it without success. Peace seemed so elusive for me, and so hard to reach when anxiety, fear, and worry were so unwanted yet always rising up unsummoned. I’ve felt this way many times. It’s discouraging to work so hard for peace, to do everything I can for it, and not be able to obtain it. It’s despairing! My anxiety and fear would become so great that many nights I wouldn’t be able to sleep. I would wake up throughout the night, restless, afraid and on edge. My mind would race at times so quickly that I would cringe, shut my eyes, and hold my head in my hands in an attempt to stop the thoughts that came with paralyzing fear, anxiety and doubts. And then there was always guilt. Why couldn’t I be at peace? Was I doing something wrong? Sometimes I would finally get a small drop of peace, only to have it snatched brutally away from me with thoughts like, “I can’t let the devil steal my peace”, and “I can’t let my peace be stolen.”
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