Dread

Hello everyone. Depression is vile, but personally, I hate anxiety even more. For me, the worst sort of anxiety is a deep sense of visceral dread. Once something has set it off, there is no simple solution: I just have to live with it for weeks or months, whilst I work out what feels so threatening, and what I need to do about it. Then I have to face the fear and tackle the cause. Even if that goes well, the dread doesn’t always ease, though how I wish it did!   

Dread

  • The churning inside me never stops; days of suffering confront me (Job 30:27).

Father,
This loathsome sense of dread 
Takes me straight back to childhood.

It’s telling me
I’m right in the firing line.

Thankfully, 
I can’t control it,
For if I could,
I would quickly switch off
Its wailing voice.

Instead,
have to listen:
It’s telling me I must defend myself,
So I can feel secure again,
Eventually…

Thank you, Lord,
For my amazing, instinctive, 
Sense of dread.

Please help me to learn
All it has to teach me.

In Jesus’ name,
Amen. 

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