Day Four: A is for Anxiousness
Defined by the dictionary: Uneasy and apprehensive about an uncertain event or matter; worried.
Prayer time focus: singing (or reciting) of “Unto thee, O Lord”
UNTO THEE OH LORD
DO I LIFT UP MY SOUL
UNTO THEE OH LORD
DO I LIFT UP MY SOUL
OH MY GOD, I TRUST IN THEE
LET ME NOT BE ASHAMED
LET NOT MINE ENEMIES TRIUMPH OVER ME
God: the protector of my soul and life
Proverbs 12:25 “An anxious heart weighs a man down, but a kind word cheers him up”
Philippians 4:6 “Do not be anxious about anything, but in everything, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God.”
Practical: Pick out 2 items on your list that you are most anxious about and write a short poem or story where you let go of all your fears.
Prayer time focus: Spend some time praying and focusing on letting go of those things that you are anxious about...sometimes looking at the antonyms can help so here are a few words that are opposite of anxious: assured, calm, content, cool, happy, peaceful, brave, composed, confident, courageous, fearless, heroic, intrepid, undaunted, valiant
(The short story I wrote is in the comment section....)
Below is the little story I wrote today when I went through this study.
ReplyDelete'She drove through the darkness. It seemed to her as if she had been chasing the sun and finally caught up with it as it broke over the horizon. She had driven for hours because something else was driving her…an anxious heart. She pulls into the parking lot, right where the edge of the land was being embraced by the ocean, and turns off the ignition. Sliding out of her car, she takes a long, gentle stretch to allow her muscles to lengthen as well as her mind. Afterwards, she reaches back inside to grab her pen and notebook, bible and coffee then strolls over to a rock. She takes a seat, takes a sip and starts vigorously writing. Written words flow onto the page corresponding with the waves hitting the shore…steady and powerful. Finally after her heart is completely poured out, she rips out those pages and walks over to the edge of the beach leaving her other items in their resting place. Whispering a prayer of surrender, she tears the pages and her fears into pieces. Then she opens her hands to let the gentle wind take them from her and place them into the water. She stands there quietly, watching the waves take her worries far away from her and smiles.'