There I was.
Sitting in the dining center, as visions of homework assignments, tests, and projects danced in front of my eyes.
Tears threatened to spill over as the wave of anxiety crashed down on my world.
I wanted to bolt. To just run away into the night, away from it all.
I wanted to scream into a pillow.
I wanted to take a nap in the grass.
I wanted to do anything but look at the enormous pile of things I needed to get done.
I tried to calm down, to breathe deeply.
To focus on what really mattered - God.
But, unfortunately, Satan had his claws of fear and stress deep into my heart - and there was no way I was going to get out of this alone.
So I downed my sandwich in two gulps, and bolted for the library.
There, in the serenity of the upper level - I closed my eyes for a moment and took a deep breath, then gave my worries to the Lord.
He's in control.
I'm definitely realizing more and more how much I need to give God my fears, my stress, my anxieties.
I can't just give Him my joy and my sorrow, but my stress and worries as well.
Cast all your cares on Him, for He cares for you.
Breathe deeply of the Spirit.
Take a moment and bask in the presence of the Lord.
Sigh in relief.
How can I worry any longer when I'm craddled in the arms of the Creator?
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