My friend, Denise grabbed me a daily reader at the Episcopalian Church and I have thought to read it every couple days. Last night I read the entry for 2/19 and a feeling of well being and relief poured over me. Yesterday was the kind of day where my boss asked how it was going and I burst into tears, the kind of day where we strategized how I can NOT have to work every Saturday including the five days ahead of it.
Here's what I read . . . Philippians 4:1-9. Do not worry about anything, but in everything by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be made know to God. And the peace of God, which surpasses all understanding, will guard your hearts and minds in Christ Jesus. Beloved, whatever is true, whatever is honorable, whatever is just whatever is pure, whatever is pleasing . . . if there is any excellence and if there is anything worthy of praise, think about these things.
Anxiety (the reader goes on, written 1946) is a kind of fear--not of God, but of the unknown future. It is unreality. We draw the unreal future into the present and proceed to stab ourselves with it.
Keep it in the moment and focus on gratitude, where have I heard that before?? Labeling my problem as anxiety makes all the sense in the world to me, a sick mind cannot heal a sick mind and I cannot come up with solutions myself, I need the wisdom of others, always. And that's what's good about today.
You can call me "Your Highney-ness"
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