Lately, I have been having anxiety attacks in the night, you know the type that you wake up in a cold sweat with your heart racing and an overwhelming feeling of not being able to cope. Probably triggered by two years of job uncertainty, coupled with my children growing up and getting married, has left me feeling where do I fit in in an ever changing family role.
Praying about this dilemma that I was facing, God reminded me that I have always been a worrier right from an early age. I recalled how much I was anxious about unclean hands and would scrub my hands until they were red and still felt I could not get them clean, a bed wetter also which caused low self esteem, imaginary demons and ghouls lived under my bed that troubled me so much that I could not turn the light out.
Of course, we grow up and most of us reason out these things and become rational, but the aftermath of living with so much fear has its consequences if left unconfessed.
God wants all of us, not part of us, only then can he heal the parts that terrify us the most, fear is the greatest weapon against faith and has no place in a believer's heart.
What's your biggest hidden fear?
All for Jesus!
