On behalf of my suffering bros and sisses, I’m giving GAD a nickname: thorny anxiety. It stems not from a lack of trust in God or an immature faith, but from a thorn like the one Paul describes in his letter to the Corinthian church. Like Paul’s thorn, Generalized Anxiety Disorder has redemptive value that furthers God’s beautiful kingdom here on Earth.
Read More Blessed are the clinically anxious.
I feel like a tired helium balloon. I’m just drifting aimlessly, hovering a foot above some dirty sidewalk, being pushed along by the counterfeit breeze of cars whizzing by.
Read More I feel like a tired helium balloon…
Isn’t it pompous to assume people would sacrifice their time to get in *my* head?
Read More Are my ideas worth sharing? A rhetorical question, but really.
Also–some encouraging words to the contrary for us creators.
How can I “give it to God” if I don’t know what “it” is?
Read More When Anxiety Isn’t Worry
At the onset of my disorder, I mistook my anxiety for sin, which only exacerbated my pain and confusion…
Read More Prelude to an anxious Christian