07 April 2012

A Mile in the Moccasins of Not Trusting God Enough

One of the worst parts of having an anxiety disorder is being anxious about being anxious.

When I share openly how I'm feeling, I get the impression that my anxiety is looked at as a weakness.  I read a quote recently that said "Anxiety is not a sign of weakness. It is a sign of having tried to remain strong for too long."  Yep. Try 40ish years.

Here is the hard-core truth: I do not want to be anxious. Telling me to take a  few deep breaths, take a walk, calm down, try yoga, give it to God, not to worry, yadda yadda yadda only increases the anxiousness that I am feeling - because now on top of the internal pressure, I am anxious about not performing to a standard that suits you.

Recently a friend asked me if I trusted God at all. The most honest answer to that question is, not really. I trust that He loves me, I trust that He cares about me. I trust that whatever happens, He will be there to help me pick up the pieces and ultimately use it all for my good. The trouble with all of this for me is that there is still a lot of hard shit and deep, muddy water sometimes to trudge through in the process.  God has allowed it in the past and He very well might allow it again.  That is where the fear lies - what will I have to go through to get where God wants to take me?  What else am I going to have to survive?

I love the way the Message puts this in Matthew 6:27

"Has anyone by fussing in front of the mirror ever gotten taller by so much as an inch?"

I am under no impression that my worry or anxiety is making any impact on reality, whatsoever. This past week there was a tornado nest forming itself around my oldest daughter where she lives thousands of miles away from me in Texas.  When I read that one was touching down in her town and she posted on Facebook that tornado sirens were going off and I couldn't get in touch with her by phone or text, the fears and thoughts were swirling as fast as those torrential winds.  Here's a little peek into the thought stream of a full-blown panic attack:
"Does she know to get out of the third floor? Is there anywhere to go? Why isn't Gary answering his phone? Did she even think to ask that when she moved in there? She's on foot because she doesn't have a car yet, so there's no way to get anywhere else. Why won't she answer her phone?  I hope she doesn't try to walk from her apartment building to the complex office once the tornado is there. Bathtub! They have a huge bathtub - she can get in that. Oh, she'll need to pull her mattress on top of her. I wonder if she has listened when I told her these things. Oh Jesus! Why isn't she answering her phone? GOD please keep her safe. (this was about all the prayer I could mutter) Where is Jacob? Oh Lord I hope he's not on a roof somewhere."
It just went on and on and on like this for a couple of hours. Even once I reached her by phone, the weather hadn't cleared yet.  I did not think at any point that I could stop the tornadoes, but I did worry my girl would be safe in a way that was crippling and paralyzing.  In contrast, my boss' son who is a college student in that neck of the woods of Texas received a text message from his parents asking if he was alright.

Sometimes well meaning people advise me to "trust God", not realizing it just makes me feel like more of a failure, like.I'm.failing.God.  He knows that I am dust. He knows my frailties and my weaknesses. He knows the capacity I have for trust, and if I am trusting enough.

There are a lot of things that have happened to bring me here. The truth of the matter is that nobody wants it to go away more than I do. I hate it that it has frustrated people that love me and that my friends don't know what to say or do. Sometimes the best medicine is a hug and hearing "it's going to be okay". Please know that I am trying. Short of taking a handy-dandy handful of pills that the doctor is more than willing to prescribe which will offer me a number of other side effects and drug reactions to put in place of the anxiety and numb me of every other feeling, pain or pleasure - I am doing absolutely everything I can to work on this day by day. I've re-instituted my yoga routine, I'm doing a Beth Moore study on Esther that illustrates God using the most adverse circumstances for someone's ultimate good (pay attention Julie!), I'm starting a self-help class that helps re-wire your brain so you learn to process stresses differently, I attended a recovery Bible study faithfully for 6 months even though I was the.only.regular attendee with my loving Sasquatch by my side and I have also been doing several other things that I won't mention for fear of how weird they might sound.  My body even betrays me, when I'm feeling calm mentally, suddenly my pulse will be soaring with a heart rate of 100+.

This is a process. Healing is a process.  The healing is emotional, mental and physical.  The damage didn't happen overnight and it isn't going to heal overnight. Be patient with me and and in so doing, help me learn to be patient with myself. I'm a work in progress.


  1. Julie, I love you and am glad you are my step daughter. You are a great lady. Love, Sandie

  2. I'm so glad I stumbled here today! I love you Jewls! I love how transparent you are and how you share from your heart. I too suffer anxiety and feel like nobody gets it. I can't just calm down and stop it. Thanks hon :)

    1. I'm glad it benefitted you. Anyone who hasn't experiences this doesn't get it. Glad you stumbled here too! I don't blog much but this post was imperative for me to write. Maybe it was for you! It certainly helped me to write it.

  3. I grew up learning the fear of God. It wasn't until my adult years that I began to learn of the LOVE of God. I have always been one that waits for the other shoe to drop. When I got engaged to David, I thought, surely something will happen to keep us from getting married... because that would make me SO HAPPY! And I don't deserve to be happy. There are lots of sad and lonely people in the world. What makes me any more deserving than them to be married and happy?! Really.

    It's not that I don't trust God. I have always trusted God! He has the POWER to do anything. My struggle for much of my life has been to trust in His LOVE for ME. That He would choose to bless me. ME. So undeserving and unworthy.

    And since Christian passed away, I have had to truly let those fears go... fears of something else happening to Austin or Noah or Ian. Or what if something happened to ME?! What for them?

    These FEARS are not TRUTH. Truth is the Bible. Anything else is my imagination or LIES from the devil... and no good can come of thinking of those things. (Philip. 4:8) Fear only paralyzes.

    These are things we know, yes. But to put the turning of thoughts and trusting that God is not out to punish us but that He loves to bless us? That is harder to put into practice and it can be a difficult battle some days.

    Anyhow, this is me just saying hi and writing a novel in your comments. I am praying for you.. for your fears and anxieties to be laid at the foot of the Cross. And that you will not punish yourself or feel less when you "fail" with these thoughts or struggle. We grow through this. He gives grace. It is only when we think we have "arrived" and don't need to improve that we might be in trouble... And yet to accept at the same time that God loves us with a greater love than we have for even our own children. WOW. And He loves us just the way we are.. because we are fearfully and wonderfully made.. and because we are washed in the blood of His Son Jesus.

    Love you. Merry CHRISTmas, dear Julie!


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