My Anxieties & How I Combat Them

My Anxieties

I’ve always heard of anxieties. Anxiety attacks. Anxiety holding you back, etc, etc. I would roll my eyes.

Anxiety has almost been glamorized.¬†I have anxiety but I hold strong. I’m a survivor.¬†

I think the truth is, someone with anxiety won’t admit it.

A few weeks ago, my pastor preached a message on anxiety. He asked the congregation to raise their hand if they struggle with anxiety. I thought it was a joke.

What You Have

What you have. Rebekah Koontz. Thanksgiving

Someone I know lost her mother yesterday. She was in the ICU and declining, and yesterday they got the call.

A week before Thanksgiving.

I know there’s no dad in the picture. That was a tragic story as well.

I shouldn’t know these things about her life. I’m not close to her even to be called a friend. I’ve just been there.

There, in the room, when things have happened. When news was relayed to someone else with me standing by.

I feel like God wanted me to know these things, though I have no right. I’ve no business knowing. I don’t mean to know. It’s just too much of a coincidence that I’ve been there every single time something has happened.

Prayer

Prayer, I find a humorous thing. There are so many different kinds of prayer. There’s the young child to old adult who doesn’t know what else to say. . .

God, thank you for this food.

. . type of prayer, which is usually the product of being pushed into saying something¬†at the dinner table and that’s all that comes out.

Speaking of obligatory prayer, how about when someone calls on you to pray for a person in the prayer circle and you’re totally caught off guard.

Um oh sure. Uh, Lord. I pray for, uhhhhh *awkward chuckle until someone in the circle hisses her name* Mary? Marideth! Sorry… Marideth. She’s uh. . needs a job. No? Oh uh sorry. My bad ha. I mean she has an unspoken request…