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Tuesday, January 19, 2016

Panic is not sustainable

Panic is not sustainable.

I read that line in a blog about food allergies and it has been running through my mind all week.  Often lately, I wake up in a panic for no reason. Do you know what it reminds me of?  The alien thing in the movie Alien. 


yep, I feel like this guy


As my eyes open, I feel it in my chest, wrapping around my throat and preventing me from breathing on my own. The panic seems desperate to grasp onto anything and thrive in my open mind. That anything could be a lot of things…a thought, a problem, a bill that needs paid, a doctor’s appointment coming up, a physical problem that I’ve turned into cancer, offense, anything.  Panic is running around blind until it finds something to attach onto; like a parasite, panic feeds off of a fear I have. Then guess what happens? It gives that fear power that it didn't have before; it builds it up. Panic is so desperately running around because if it doesn't attach to something, it dies.  That's why it's not sustainable. It needs a host. 

When panic finds a worry to attach onto, then I worry and obsess and feel anxious and sick.Which probably tricks me at first into thinking I'm doing something, but that's not true. 

Panic is not sustainable and worry is not productive.

But...I worry anyway. Until my mind fixes it, that is. It could be an actual fix or any way that I can trick my mind into just believing it's fixed. 

The problem is, there aren't always fixes. Sometimes I have to wait situations out and anxiety doesn't give two flips about that. In fact, waiting is anxiety's playground.  Example: On Monday, I may start to worry about how we will pay a bill but that bill can’t even be paid until Friday when Isaac gets paid. My mind won’t let it go. Friday is coming, but it’s a long way away and what if the paycheck doesn’t cover it and and and and…I have to just wait for Friday. Friday becomes my savior. Everything rests on Friday. Life will be fine, if Friday comes and goes and the bill gets paid. Then I can breathe.It gives me a little thrill of fleeting peace, but I want more than that.  I want steadfast peace and security no matter if there is a solution in sight or not. 


I fight all week to trust and be thankful and just…wait. Sometimes panic loses quickly and sometimes it wins, but it never wins for good, that’s what I’ve learned. That’s what I remind myself of over and over. Kicking panic to the curb while IN the unknown, while nothing is resolved is the ultimate win. It happens...not as often as I'd like, but it happens. 

So if panic is like a parasite that feeds off of my fear, then I have to starve it. And that becomes the battle of the day.  Some days I go to sleep exhausted, having fought it all day and some days I kill it early and move on with my life.  Some days it’s  back and forth. My weapons: prayer, scripture, being thankful on purpose, serving others, talking with my husband, asking my friends to take the worry from me and pray for the situation, to lift up my battle worn arms, to act as Aaron and Hur to my Moses.   

I go through seasons like this, usually with many months in between, sometimes it lasts many months. But man, I have learned to fight and each of those battles have taught me things which means that my panic and anxiety serve a purpose. It means more weapons for next time. Do I want to go through it?  NO. But if I’m going to anyway, how amazing is it that the lessons I learn from past attacks make me stronger for the coming ones? 

Romans 5:3-5 Not only that, but we rejoice in our sufferings, knowing that suffering produces endurance, and endurance produces character, and character produces hope, and hope does not put us to shame, because God's love has been poured into our hearts through the Holy Spirit who has been given to us.

Our sufferings (panic) produce endurance and character and hope. And I swear to you, I can FEEL that happening. I can look back and see where I was, and then look ahead and see how much stronger I'll be next time.  That is huge. In fact, that is something I will never ever access outside of trials, so I may as well USE it, right? In fact that scripture up there tells me to rejoice, to celebrate in my sufferings.  I'm working on rejoicing IN them (and I am getting there, even if I just speak it and don't feel it) but for now, I rejoice outside of them. I even thank God for them,which sounds crazy I KNOW. 

James 1:2-4 Count it all joy, my brothers, when you meet trials of various kinds, for you know that the testing of your faith produces steadfastness. And let steadfastness have its full effect, that you may be perfect and complete, lacking in nothing.

Steadfast: unwavering; firmly established.

THAT IS WHAT I'VE ALWAYS WANTED, and if these trials get me there then (while I'm outside of them) I can say BRING EM ON! 



I keep the following in my phone and read it when I need it. I wrote it a few years ago when I didn’t know how I would be sustained within the panic.

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I may experience panic. It doesn't mean God is not good or not for me.  While I acknowledge that God can heal me of this, I declare one thing:

Every second I have in life NOT filled with panic, I'll spend glorifying Him, being joyful even when I don't feel it and being His hands and feet. There are very short amounts of time when I feel panic compared to how big life is and I won't let them and thinking about them affect the crazy amount of time I have outside of them. 

While IN panic, I'll continually say that if God is in me, panic cannot be; it's a lie. 

It won't always be like this. Eventually I'll have no panic at all. 

If God is for me, panic CANNOT be against me.

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Romans 8:18 For I consider that the sufferings of this present time are not worth comparing with the glory that is to be revealed to us.


I hope you see that there is victory in this. I feel it and I feel like a victorious warrior, even when I'm in the midst of battle.  Especially when I'm in the midst of battle. A warrior isn't always someone who looks like she's winning the war.  It's someone who gets up and keeps going when she's scared out of her mind. It's someone who cries out, "I NEED HELP!" It's someone who takes a deep breath of fear in and releases a big sigh of surrender out. 

Sometimes I feel like a failure and that's when I can let scriptures remind me that I'm not.  That life is hard and the battles are big and  they're even to be expected. They certainly keep me running back to my Creator. 

My Thorn Named Fear

"though if I should wish to boast, I would not be a fool, for I would be speaking the truth; but I refrain from it, so that no one may think more of me than he sees in me or hears from me. So to keep me from becoming conceited because of the surpassing greatness of the revelations, a thorn was given me in the flesh, a messenger of Satan to harass me, to keep me from becoming conceited.  Three times I pleaded with the Lord about this, that it should leave me.  But he said to me, “My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.” Therefore I will boast all the more gladly of my weaknesses, so that the power of Christ may rest upon me.  For the sake of Christ, then, I am content with weaknesses, insults, hardships, persecutions, and calamities. For when I am weak, then I am strong."
 - 2 Corinthians 12:6-10



(a poem I wrote about my thorn)

Dear Thorn 
I hate you; I love you
Like a cancer that brings salvation

I try to pluck you out 
But I can't find you

Everywhere; nowhere 
When I look ahead 
You afflict me from behind 
I turn quickly toward the pain 
Wanting to face you
But it's another face I see

The very God I'm begging 
to remove you is standing there 
He allows you 
Permits you 
Uses you 

The very God I'm begging 
to remove you
Wore you 
Knows you
Knew you

Was pierced by you so why are you piercing me?

Can I pray for removal 
AND get to know you, thorn? 
Can it be both ways?

You draw me to Him, what more could I want? 
WHAT MORE COULD I WANT? 
Peace apart from you, thorn,
That's what

You remind me with every beat of my aching heart 
As each beat rushes blood to the spot you've pierced 
That you're still there 
Instant, consistent pain 
Pulsing your presence

Thorn, you remind me of Him
Remind me to look to Him 
Even as I'm begging for relief
You turn me to face Him

Dear Thorn 
I hate you; I love you


My favorite image of God is as a Gardener. 

The garden-the church
The seeds-the people

The Good Gardener shoveling dirt and creating soil and carefully planting vulnerable seeds. Covering them. Piercing the very land He's creating and cultivating. Using the dead, decomposing things to turn dirt into soil. 

Bad into good. 
Death into life. 

Weeding. Wiping sweat from his brow as dirt smudges across His forehead. He looks on his land and whispers, "it is good" while we (the land) scream out in agony, "BUT IT HURTS."  

It is good; but it hurts. 

The Good Gardener walks away for a long time (which is silence to the land) while the sun and rain and seeds do their work. The rain overwhelms, the lightening terrifies, the wind brings fear, the sun is too hot...over and over and over and over. Silence from The Good Gardener while His garden grows in pain. 

WHERE ARE YOU, GARDENER? 
*silence*

After a time, the roots slowly start to emerge from the seed and the seed finally thinks I CAN'T TAKE THIS ANYMORE! I'M GOING TO EXPLODE. And it does. 

The only direction the seed can go to escape the pain is up. The only option the seed has is to grow; to burst through the soil, to dig its way out as its outer shell rips apart, to fight through the pain to get to the sun. The Son. The pain had a purpose and its purpose was to force growth. 

All that to say...a thorn is good imagery for me. I bet the root of all our thorns is pride. My thorn is fear. Not any diagnosis, not lack of money, not a hard marriage, not the future, but the fear of them. A mixture of fear and of a longing for future comfort. 

What I DO know is that our Good Gardener is not only compassionate, he IS compassion. The very spirit of God is referred to as the comforter. So that's what I know. Which tells me he doesn't sit above us shooting lightening bolts of lessons at our lives while he laughs at our ignorance and pain; But He walks beside us holding us steady in the midst of the lessons. Maybe the thorns are just the lessons from the problems we create. The problems we let fester and grow. 

I find myself wanting to unlock the key to removing the thorn. To not needing it to point me to Him. But I don't think that's the point. A phrase I can't get away from is "even in the midst"


even joy
even hope
even contentment 
even happiness 
in the midst of fear and pain

That's ultimate freedom. Where the enemy can't touch you. Where you and the thorn mutually exist in peace. Where you realize that the thorn is not punishment but a means to an end and that end is growth that keeps us running back to our Good Gardener. 

So here I am. A daughter with a thorn. He wore a crown of them, so He gets it. We CAN be thankful for our thorns. God uses something painful to protect, guide and cultivate us.

I'll end with the quote I go back to again and again.

"When you feel like you can't take it anymore, look to Jesus and take it a little more."
John Piper