God Will Turn Your Worries Into Worship

Hey anxious sister,

Oh, that worried heart of yours. I can feel the weight of it all and the fear (gosh, that fear is real). I know what you’re going through because I am you.

I’m the woman who lies awake all night with worry. Don’t know what I’m worried about; most nights, I couldn’t tell you. But this brain of mine goes from one thing to another . . . for hours . . . and hours. 

I’m the woman who deals with fear. Gosh, it feels so real. It feels like there’s a threat directly in front of me, and I’m trying to map out how I’m going to fight it off. Or maybe it’s a fear about the future, and I’m obsessing over all of the what-if scenarios. 

I’m the woman who is curled up on the bathroom floor in the midst of a panic attack. Not sure why, but there I am. I’ve got my knees curled up against my chest, trying to slow down my breathing (and not throw up at the same time). 

I’m the woman who snaps at her kids or husband when my anxiety starts swelling up within me. I’m not proud of it. I hate it, in fact. But my heart starts racing, and I feel my anxiety take over.

I’m the woman who prays that she had a brain that didn’t struggle with anxiety. 

But, yet, here I am. And I know God will turn it all for good. How do I know this?

Because every time I get anxious, I pray.

Because every time I feel fear set in, I’m clinging to my Bible for a verse regarding fear (Psalm 56:3 is my favorite). 

Because every time I have a panic attack, I can take comfort in the fact that the Holy Spirit is within me and will see me through to the other side of that panic attack. He’s praying on my behalf when I’m not able to get the words out.

Because God has turned my worries into a form of worship.

He’s turned anxiety into good because He’s turning me towards Him in the midst of it.

And through all of the anxiety, He’s right there.