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Don’t Be Afraid
True Confessions. When I read Don’t be afraid or Fear not in the Bible, I think of Jesus standing with his hands on his hips, frowning, scolding me. I mean, it’s a command, and it’s a command I break with frightening regularity, so Jesus is disappointed with me, right? Maybe angry? Someone recently helped me see these commands in a different light, and I want to share that light with you. (Thank you Carrie Mars for your devotion Calm Your Anxious Mind.) Picture the scene. You’re in bed in the dark, and a storm is raging outside. Wind pelts the house and rhythmically slaps rain against the windows. Shadows from…
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Sound and Fury
Shakespeare's Macbeth said life was a tale of sound and fury. Some days this is an accurate description. But look at God's kingdom, which is a place of peace, rest, and hope, and step away from the chaos into his quiet spaces.
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Using Music to Calm Anxiety
Using music to calm anxiety isn't new. In this post explore why it works and how to use music both to calm and prevent anxious moments.
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Fighting Holiday Anxiety
Holiday anxiety can derail celebrations and cause undue heartache. Look at some of the triggers of holiday anxiety as well as some ways to face the holidays without holiday anxiety or depression.
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Notes from a Panic Disorder Relapse
After fifteen years of decent mental health, this week panic disorder is taking me down. A very honest post from the midst of a bout of acute anxiety from a Christian who wishes the whole thing would go away and leave her alone.
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Asleep in the Boat–The Authority of Jesus
This is who loves me. He’s Other, not quite tied to this world. That means I, as his daughter, am also other, not quite tied to this world. Anxiety, which plagues me, is worse when I forget that, and it lessens when I remember. The rules here, the chaos and noise, the rises and the falls—this isn’t my kingdom. It’s not my home. Jesus was homeless, and in a way I am, too, only it’s a good thing. How much time do I want to spend on real estate here? This place is a mess, and it isn’t mine. Not permanently.
