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,
I 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.