God has done a great work in my heart and I am deeply and humbly grateful for it. I see the anxiety, once a foe, as a place of comfort. It's a battle scar, a badge of honour for a war well fought. It represents all the things the devil orchestrated to crush and destroy me because the last thing he wanted was for me to be saved.And I am. Forever. In spite of it all or perhaps because of it all.
The anxiety is nibbling away still but it fills me with peace nonetheless. It's lost its power over me.
Letting go left a great big hole and for a while I wept over the harm we do to each other, the careless words, the thoughtless acts of violence. Tears were shed for all humanity: that beautiful, messed up, wonderful, lost, lovely, creation of God.
I have no idea what is going to happen next. As the tears were shed, hope entered in. Praise God!
I love the concept of your anxiety being a battle scar. Way to turn a negative into a positive!
ReplyDeleteAnd I think you could create a business selling your illustrated calligraphy. :)
I absolutely love the art!
ReplyDeleteThank you both very much.
ReplyDeleteTo God be the glory: my Muse and Teacher Who gave me the gifts, Who helped me rediscover them, Who inspired these creations, Who taught me how to listen.