mountains and ant hills

My bedside has two dozen books that I have started, I am halfway through, or I have yet to read. I am continuing to work through the struggles and battles with anxiety and fear and I have often heard a voice telling me that I am not able to be freed from the chains.

As I read Kristin Lavransdatter last night I found myself being reminded that my struggles, failures, and sins are not so big that God cannot forgive them, heal them, and restore them. Kristin, was challenged by a clergyman about the sins she was carrying in her heart. The clergy asked her if she thought her sins were too bad for God to forgive.


This is what I am hearing for me. The enemy is challenging me to buy the lie that my anxiety and fear are too big for God to take hold of, too much for God to bear. I had my wallet out, money in hand, about to complete the transaction, when I remembered that there is nothing, nothing, nothing that is too much for God too handle.

My anxiety can so tangle my thinking that I begin to see it as mountain, when really it is an ant hill to God.  A dear one sent a set of verses for anxiety and fear to me recently.  Perfect timing- as always. One passage reminded me of how I can re-frame my point-of-view regarding this constant battle.

Psalm 46:1-7

God is our refuge and strength,
    an ever-present help in trouble.
Therefore we will not fear, though the earth give way
    and the mountains fall into the heart of the sea,
though its waters roar and foam
    and the mountains quake with their surging.[c]

There is a river whose streams make glad the city of God,
    the holy place where the Most High dwells.
 God is within her, she will not fall;
    God will help her at break of day.
 Nations are in uproar, kingdoms fall;
    he lifts his voice, the earth melts.

 The Lord Almighty is with us;
    the God of Jacob is our fortress.

And that is where I will run.

God is my fortress. He will protect me, I just need to run to Him.

He is waiting with open arms.


About gretchenr17

Wife, mother, daughter, sister, friend. Writer, farmer, fellow sojourner... at every turn I learn a bit more about God's wild mercies.
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