
I’m anxious this morning.
If you know me well, this should not be a surprise.
Anxiety has been and continues to be an issue that I struggle with on a regular basis. I will be the first to admit that I’m a little embarrassed by that confession. I am not proud of it. Instead, it is something that I would prefer to hide from everyone, but it is the truth.
Anxiety is a struggle for me.
This morning I’m feeling what I describe as the “shortness of breath” anxiety. Maybe you’ve felt it before. It’s the worry that tries to speed everything up, to make you work and think faster. Picture a spinning top and you get the idea. The interesting thing about that picture is that when you see a top smoothly dancing across a particular surface it seems like if could keep on spinning forever.
But then something happens.
It begins to falter and wobble a bit, and before you know it, it all comes crashing down.
That’s what my anxiety does to me sometimes. It gets me spinning at a pace I cannot sustain, and it tricks me into believing that I am going to make it… that I can actually sustain myself against the forces that might cause me to falter.
But eventually…
Just like that spinning top…
I crash.
Because anxiety, left unattended, always leads to a crash.
The interesting thing is that it never seems to be the crash that I’m expecting.
For instance, if I’m worried about a message I have to share, it almost always ends up going better than expected. In other words, the outcome that I’m worried about rarely materializes. Things usually work out just fine.
The crash happens later when the physical and mental exhaustion sets in. The crash happens in the margins of my life when the energy I might need to spend time with my kids or take time away with my wife is missing. It’s experienced when I feel so mentally taxed that I can not seem to rest well. It happens when my own spiritual vitality does not get the attention it deserves.
It seem counterintuitive, but the truth I’ve discovered is that anxiety often does not affect my work. It causes the most damage in the area of my rest.
All this reminds me of a quote from a fantastic book that I have read over and over again by Mark Buchanan entitled “The Rest of God.” He writes,
Real Sabbath, the kind that empties and fills us, depends on complete confidence and trust. And confidence and trust like that are rooted in a deep conviction that God is good and God is sovereign.
Mark continues,
There’s no rest for those who don’t believe that. If God works all things together for good for those who love him and call to his purposes, you can relax. If he doesn’t, start worrying. If God can take any mess, any mishap, any wreckage, any anything, and choreograph beauty and meaning from it, then you can take a day off. If he can’t get busy. Either God’s always at work, watching the city, building the house, or you need to try harder.
Mark’s book has had a profound impact on me. It has not made my anxiety disappear. I still experience moments like this morning where anxiety seems to get a foothold into my heart, but this wisdom as well as the wisdom of others who have encouraged and instructed me has helped me know where to turn when I feel this way.
And so in the midst of my “shortness of breath” anxiety this morning, I am taking a few deep breaths and reminding myself of these essential truths.
God is good.
God is sovereign.
God is working.
And that work that God is doing is for good…
so yes…
I can relax.
I can take a deep breath.
Everything is going to be just fine.