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And we lived happily ever after

I am anxious. I want peace, hope and security. All the people and things I've based my trust on in the past destroyed it.
I strive for a secure future in my own terms but slipped because I am not in control of my circumstances.

We're all not strangers to anxiety aswell as worry due to internal and external factors alike. We aren't always in control and well frankly I guess that's the scary bit.

Last week I came across a statement that reads;
"I am convinced that this anxiety running through my life is the tension between what I 'should be' and what I am. My anxiety does not come from thinking about the future but from wanting to control it. It seems to begin whenever I smuggle an 'I what to become' into my mind. It is the tension between my desire to control what I will be and the recognition that I can't. -" I will be what I will be"- where is the anxiety in that? Anxiety is the realisation that I might not reach the rung on the opinion-ladder which I have just set for myself."

It got me thinking in line with my own anxieties. I want control and security! Don't we all?

We all come to crossroads at one point or another be it after graduation, at retirement, after a wedding, after completion of high school,... What next?
If you're like me anxiety kicks in.
Getting into a new school is always nerve racking for me. I get worked up with so many what ifs and play out scenarios of the worst possible outcomes.

I am no alien to anxiety. Infact this past year I've been its biggest prey. From worrying about getting my results, to worrying about where to apply for school, then worrying about my trip to school and later worrying about what next after change came knocking a year in.
I still beat myself up over the course of change in the past year. I was hell bent on living in the future I forgot to live here, now and today, so fearful of what the future holds and 'what if', my biggest enemy.
In all the circumstances I have been anxious because I long for control which I do not possess.
Looking back now all the worry and panick didn't even help in the overall way things went.

"Worrying doesn't empty tomorrow of its sorrow, it empties today of its strength."
-Corrie Ten Bloom-

In living now, I'm taking the days as they come.
I am what I am today and I have no control in bringing into fruition what I want to be or what will happen tomorrow. The least I can do is invest in my today. Easier said than done.

Should we then stop having dreams, goals and ambitions?

By no means! It is infact folly not to plan but we need to keep in mind that we do not bring these plans into being on our own.

We have our plans but how stable are they? We have our trust in partnerships but how trustworthy are they?
Is that our security? In things and people we have no control over and who likewise have no control over their own wellbeing? In unfaithful beings and things whose record is dented?

We can not put our trust in human beings who betray us, who die and who do not have control, even of their own circumstances.
We can not afford to trust things with our future. The likes of money and assets which waste away, are stolen and destroyed.
Quit putting your trust in frail things and beings!

At this point you and I have fears of the future and we see no way of how to get there. We have goals and dreams which keep us up at night. We have no control and well our security for the future is but crumbling.

In a time of disease, corruption, currency depreciation, crushing economic markets, increased prices of goods, inhumane treatment on basis of race and so much more that I'm not even half way through.
What can we hold on to that we can have a tomorrow with the odds against us?
What now?

The ideal anchor would be one with absolute control over things and beings and one faithful to his promises.
What good would it be if He had no control but was faithful? Or if He had absolute control but was not faithful?

I think many can relate to telling an older figure be it a sibling, cousin or friend about a school bully who you feared so badly. Funny thing is once your older figure says they'd handle it we felt so free that we even had the courage to face the bully if they threatened saying, "A said if you trouble me he'll(she'll) beat you up".
The good old days with hope and the carefree ness. However, we can still have that when we entrust our future in God's hands.

Why should I entrust this God with my future?

He has full control over the universe including the trajectory of your life.
He was, is and always will be faithful to his words. Rest in his promises, but you will only know what he promises if you listen to him in His word but this is not a weapon to use taking scripture out of context as we have a tendency to do.

And more reasons why;
"I was young and now I am old, yet I have never seen the righteous forsaken or their children begging for bread."
Psalm 37:25

".......Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns and yet your heavenly father feeds them. Are you not more valuable than they?
Can any of you by worrying add a single hour to your life? ..........."
Matthew 6: 25-34

Be encouraged whatever comes your way good or bad. God turns it for good for those who love him.
He cares for us. If the birds of the air have no worry how much more you made in his own image.
Keep serving him!

Think back on all the worries you had in the past and how it turned out when all was said and done. Did your worry help avoid the coming struggle? Did it fix anything?
He has brought us this far by his grace and he will not leave us destitute either.

I hope you find hope and strength to carry on worry free and let go of wishing to hold on to control which we do not possess.
Where have you placed your future?

What a friend we have in Jesus
All our sins and griefs to bear
What a privilege to carry everything to God in prayer.
O what peace we often forfeit, O what needless pain we bear, 
All because we do not carry everything to God in prayer.

I sure hope this encouragement goes a long way. If you enjoyed the post please do share and comment. Lastly my latest watercolour painting down below.
Until the next post take heart and stay safe..✌

Comments

  1. Firstly, I didn't know you had a blog buttttt am glad you do. Stressing about the future really does mess with our heads that we forget that there is a God. Thanks for the encouragement ❤️

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    2. Thank you for taking time to read and comment😊🙏
      Indeed! More pleasant reads on the way💃

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  2. Reading your post is an escape for me❤always rooting for you girlllllll

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      This is so uplifting.
      Look forward to more pleasant reads and sweet escapes.

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  3. A great reminder to focus on the race course of life not the finish line. Thank You!!

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