When I was a little girl, I use to have the same recurring nightmare over and over again. I will spare you the details, but after waking up, It was hard to breathe. I couldn’t catch my breath and it brought on a lot of anxiety.
I still struggle with some anxiety issues, although the nightmares are gone. I worry sometimes, often actually, and I know that as a Christian I’m not supposed to worry. But I am one of those people who bring my cares to the cross daily, only to pick them back up again the next day. It’s hard for me to let go and rest in God’s arms. I’ve been through a lot in my life time — hurt, pain, loss, depression, abuse, health issues. God has brought me so far, but I am prone to anxiety. Most days I have to remind myself to breathe.
I think I hold my breath most days, afraid to let go. I fear the good things I’ve been given in this life will disappear, as so many good things have. Perhaps they were not God’s best for me. I am learning to rest in the different seasons of life. God is always good. He always displays His goodness, but I so often miss it because I’m trying to hold on to what I believe is good. But all of this holding on and holding of breath causes anxiety to come and in that state I cannot rest. When I finally breathe Him in and surrender to the exhale of His grace, breathing returns to normal and anxiety is no more.Breathe Him in and surrender to the exhale of His grace. #fmfparty Click To Tweet
It is God who fills my lungs with the very breath of life. I am learning to breathe deeply in this season. And although sometimes I am still inclined to want to hold my breath, I know that I must keep breathing….in and out, in and out, in and out. My lungs fill up and expand and I can feel the very presence of God filling up the anxious places.
Rest comes when I breathe Him in.