“Cease from anger, and forsake wrath; Do not fret—it only causes harm.” Psalm 37:8 (NKJV)
“Behold, I have refined you, but not as silver; I have tested you in the furnace of affliction.” Isaiah 48:10 (NKJV)
A few years ago, I was convicted of my tendency to worry. God revealed that my anxiety was a lack of faith. My heart was greatly grieved at this light bulb moment. Sorrow filled my heart for having wounded my Savior, for I was not trusting Him or believing in all His true and faithful promises. These promises tell of how He will lead, guide, protect, love, and provide. I was not trusting in His awesome power and strength.
The fact of the matter is that God COMMANDS us to “Be anxious for nothing, but in everything by prayer and supplication, with thanksgiving, let your requests be made known to God.” Philippians 4:6(NKJV) If I knew this verse, and I did, I was then walking in disobedience. God knew of my weakness and fears, after all… He did knit me together and design my very being. But still, He expected me to work on my faults and sin areas. It was not enough to simply acknowledge I had wounded my Savoir. He expected action on my part.
It is in the refiner’s fire that I was placed, to be tested and purified. My lack of faith, made evident by my constant worry, needed refining. With each new trial, I was expected to faithfully trust in His compassion, love, and wisdom. I made an effort to consistently and prayerfully offer up my petitions for help and then….. leave them at His feet. That’s right; leave them so that they did not hinder my work for Him.
My habit of worry is SLOWLY diminishing. It is a constant spiritual battle to clear my thoughts of concerns and frets, but I do see progress! To be sanctified is no easy process. I know that He is transforming me into the image of His son Jesus. I welcome and praise Him for bringing my dross, or impurities, to the surface. I cry out, “Blessed Refiner, scoop up the dross that has risen to the surface of my life and cast it far away from me.”
Dear One, if you are overwhelmed with anxiety, rest in this truth. God cares for you. You are His beloved. He does not want you to live in constant fear and anxiety. How much of your day is spent thinking about things you cannot control or fix? Are you willing to cast your cares over to Him, and wait for God to work them out in His perfect timing? Worry does nothing for a person, and who really wants to stay up all night with anxious thoughts that cause insomnia? Building up your faith in an all-powerful God is a much better choice.
I come before you with a humble and sorrowful heart. I know my anxiety is a lack of faith in Your ability to make all things right. I am impatient and I want a solution now. My discomfort is causing weariness, and hopelessness is sneaking into my heart. But I know that is the enemy working, for You are the God of all hope. I realize You see the big picture and already have a solution. I need more faith to trust in Your provision and plan. Help me overcome my areas of disbelief. Please, calm my anxious heart and make me a true woman/man of faith. May my faith in You be one that moves mountains.
“Casting all your care upon Him, for He cares for you.” 1 Peter 5:7 (NKJV)
“But may the God of all grace, who called us to His eternal glory by Christ Jesus, after you have suffered a while, perfect, establish, strengthen, and settle you.“ 1 Peter 5:10 (NKJV)
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