Panic. Manic. Frantic. Those words have described my mental state all too often. Struggling to feel in control, trying to rely on myself while knowing my inevitable humanity, fighting to catch each breath before it escapes my chest. There was a time in my life where insecurities dictated my actions, fear was authority over my thoughts, and anxiety loomed in every crowded room and tough decision. One thing I wish I could tell my younger self—there is Hope.
There is Hope, ladies. This statement took me a while to figure out. I used to think I needed to have hope, lowercase ‘h’. I tried to find hope in myself, in my grades, in my friends, in man’s opinion of me. Over time, I ran to all of these for strength. Each time, I left feeling more void, more hopeless, and even more failed than before. But the Lord sought me out and corrected my ways. He showed me His ultimate reliability, His unfailing nature, and His great sufficiency. I shifted all of my hope and trust in Him. In turn, my mind and life became the dominion of the Lord.
These verses I had heard all my life felt like a new song for me to sing. Their ultimate truths refreshed my soul:
Even a decade after being saved, I have found that I need the Lord to save me every single day. I am still desperate for the Lord to refine me, transform me to look more like Him today. I don’t believe that I have been promised a stress-free life of roses and butterflies. I expect anxiety to overwhelm me and for lies to food my thoughts. But now I know whose I am and whose Power lives inside me. Through calling on the name of the Lord, saturating myself in His truths, and declaring His Power over my life, I have found a Hope no man can deny.
Written By: Laura