Confronting Worry Part Two: The Anatomy of Anxiety

We know we’re not supposed to, but we all do it. And for some of us it becomes life altering.

I remember, more vividly than I would like to, the great anxiety I experienced in my teens and early twenties. Most of my worry was rooted in social and relational fears. I spent countless nights crying myself to sleep. That sick-to-your-stomach anxiety was one of my closest companions. It even caused me to lose weight my freshman year of college instead of gaining the infamous ‘freshman 15.’

Worry can turn a fun-loving and kind person into a sickly, fearful, and irrational mess. I know. So do some of you.

Thankfully, God has brought me to a place where I usually don’t experience those anxiety symptoms much at all anymore. He has helped to be more secure in His Truth in so many aspects of life. And He has shown me a tremendous love that has cast out many of my fears.

But God impressed on me the need to devote time to study in this area so that I could share with others, concretely from His Word, about how to become an overcomer of worry. I have experienced a morsel of the immense Peace that God has to offer in return for our anxiety and I so desperately yearn to somehow encourage others to taste of that Peace too!

That’s why about a year ago I did a more serious study of what God’s Word has to say about worry.

There was one discovery from my study that for me was so poignant and convicting. It helped me to realize how much worry and anxiety (used somewhat synonymously in the New Testament) hinder growth in the believer’s life – how much it had in mine.

Μέριμνα. Yes, that’s Greek, but it’s what one important point hangs upon, so bear with me for a moment. This Greek word transliterated is ‘merimna,’ – for those of you who want to know the pronunciation.  It most often is translated as ‘care,’ or ‘anxiety’ in the New Testament. Through further examination though, I came to realize that there was another idea attached to this word. And that is the idea of being distracted or divided through worry. Let me illustrate with a Bible verse that exemplifies this nuance.

Mark 3:24-25 “And if a kingdom be divided against itself, that kingdom cannot stand. And if a house be divided against itself, that house cannot stand.” (KJV)

There it is, in the word ‘divided,’ our Greek word ‘merimna.’ Are you beginning to see what is implied?

Worry divides our attention, our emotions, our thinking in such a way that it does not allow us to function wholeheartedly in any given realm of life.

This concept hit me hard as I came face to face with the results of my anxiety. I began to realize how anxiety had divided me as a person. It distracted me from the truth, it distracted me from seeing God at work in my life and others’, and it therefore prevented spiritual growth in my life. I see now there were so many, many opportunities I have had to be a testimony to those around me, but because I had succumbed to worry, especially about what others would think, I missed out on what could have been life changing moments. And I missed out on the joy that comes from fearlessly obeying Jesus.

As I dug deeper into God’s Word, another passage confronted me with a similarly convicting message: worry and anxiety make us fruitless Christians.

In Matthew 13 Jesus tells the parable of the sower and the seed. He is explaining the different responses people have to hearing the Truth. Some don’t understand, some receive it temporarily and then walk away when difficulties arise. Then we get to verse 22: “And the one on whom seed was sown among the thorns, this is the man who hears the word, and the WORRY of the world and the deceitfulness of wealth choke the word, and it becomes UNFRUITFUL.” (NASB)

There you have it. God’s Word, His Truth, is squelched by worry. He longs for us to be fruitful, doing the good works He has prepared for us to do (Eph. 2:10). That is where we find abundant life, by being the people He created us to be and letting His power be at work through us.

But worry demolishes abundance. It makes a believer’s life impotent.

This is not what God desires for us, what I desire for myself, or what I desire for anyone else who knows the Truth and has the great privilege of walking in it.

We could go on and touch upon all that modern psychology has to say about anxiety and it’s symptoms. But I think we all know and have at times experienced the physical and mental ramifications of a life led by anxiety.

Whatever angle you examine it from, worry is a destructive thing physically, spiritually, mentally, and socially. But above all else it is a tool of the Enemy to draw us away from the One, Jesus, who can truly bear all our burdens – and not only ours but the burdens of the whole world.

I urge you dear sister or brother, don’t let your abundant life in Christ be stolen! Fervently seek after the God of all peace and I guarantee you will find rest in Him!

“The next hour, the next moment, is as much beyond our grasp and as much in God’s care, as that a hundred years away. Care for the next minute is just as foolish as care for the morrow, or for a day in the next thousand years – in neither can we do anything, in both God is doing everything.”  George MacDonald 

Confronting Worry: My Story (Part 1)

I quickly wove the fingers of my left hand into my husband’s and gripped firmly. My right hand clutched the airplane seat arm rest. The lights flickered a few times and then went out. The hundreds of other people on our plane were tensely quiet, as was I. I watched as the long row of overhead storage running down the center of the cabin rapidly shook back and forth. Then we plummeted. I felt weightless for a moment, and then like someone was forcing me back down into my seat.

My grip tightened as I imagined what could possibly be happening to cause our giant double-decker Boeing 747 to be tossed around like nothing more than a feather. My tension redoubled as I thought about the fact that we were over the vast Pacific Ocean, with no place for an emergency landing, just the fierce water below.

Thoughts of my five young children potentially facing life without their parents swarmed in my mind. About the difficulties they would encounter that we might not be there to shepherd them through. And I wanted nothing more than to be home.

But the most terrifying realization was that I was helpless – at the mercy of our pilots and the sky.

Nothing could distract me from these frightening thoughts. Not a book, not the myriad in-flight movies available, not even the comfort of my husband. My senses were heightened to the extreme and aware of even the slightest jostle.

The intense turbulence continued off and on for the first three hours of our 11 hour flight from Taiwan to San Francisco. To say I spent the flight worried would be a gross understatement. Panic probably comes closer to reality.

The irony of my circumstance was that I had taught on overcoming worry just days before, during Shorebreak (camp for military High School students living abroad). God was reminding me that the victory over worry I have experienced in my life didn’t necessarily ensure no further struggle. It was time to practice what I taught.

I knew I needed to stand against this worry, whose root was my physical safety and life. I must “be anxious for nothing,” and “let my requests be made known to God” (Phil. 4:6). So I prayed. And I relied on the fact that the Holy Spirit intercedes for us, because I certainly couldn’t eek out a complete sentence to God, such was the fear and anxiety.

But my feeble attempts didn’t bring the immediate rush of spiritual peace I longed for in that moment. Even so, I knew I had to keep resisting. Just as I had taught days before, I took hold of the command to think about what is true, honorable, right, pure, lovely, etc…. (Phil. 4:8). The only way I was able to do this was to sing songs full of God’s truth. I racked my brain for hymns and choruses to focus on, rather than my fear.

As I was nearing the end of my repertoire, I remembered a little tune that I had made up for my oldest daughter when she was afraid.

You don’t need to be afraid,

There’s no cause for alarm.

You don’t need to be afraid,

When you trust in God above.

 

Have I not commanded you,

Be strong and of good courage?

For the Lord Your God

Is on your side!

 

You don’t need to be afraid,

There’s no cause for alarm.

You don’t need to be afraid,

When you trust in God above.

It’s such as simple little song, but for some reason God used those words to bring me the most peace in the midst of fearing for my life. He used them to remind me of His sovereignty. That my life was His, to do with as He pleased.

As difficult as it was for this mother to face, God reminded me that if He did choose to bring me home at that moment, He would care for my children. And perhaps, that was the plan He wanted to work out in their lives (though it cuts me to the heart to think about it).

Thankfully, it was God’s plan to leave us here with our family a little while longer! But, I emerged from this encounter with a bigger perspective of life. People come and go, they are born and they die, and yet God is in complete control. And more importantly, He can take tragedy and transform it into triumph.

Through the study of God’s Word and the work of the Holy Spirit in my life, I can confidently say that I am more of an ‘overcomer’ of worry and anxiety now than I have ever been before. I’m sure more circumstances will arise to put me to the test, but with God’s help I know it’s possible to be victorious.

There is much more I plan to share from my study of this topic. It is my deep hope and prayer that anyone else bound up by worry and anxiety might experience the true peace that God has to offer us all!

What I Learned and My New Address

It’s been a season of relative internet silence for me. Fewer visits to social media, and even fewer blog posts. Nothing is wrong. But I find it’s in the seasons of deep internal work that I’m externally more quiet. The more inner energy I am experiencing, the less I desire to get caught up in […]

via What I Learned — Kim Rettmann

You can click the link above for the rest of this post which resides in my new internet home –  kimrettmann.com. I’m so thankful for those of you who have followed along as I share on this blog and I would love you to join me on my new site!

What I Learned

It’s been a season of relative internet silence for me. Fewer visits to social media, and even fewer blog posts. Nothing is wrong. But I find it’s in the seasons of deep internal work that I’m externally more quiet. The more inner energy I am experiencing, the less I desire to get caught up in the external. I haven’t decided if this is good or bad or if it just is. Probably just is.

This is one reason I’ll be sharing what I’ve learned over the last six months rather than the last quarter.

Also, I’ve sorted what I’m learning into categories this time around. It helps me make more sense of what’s going on in and around me. I hope you find this list interesting and that maybe you will consider thinking about what you’ve been learning too!

Maker Skills – I mentioned in my last ‘What I Learned’ post that I was reminded that I am creative, no matter how often I tell myself I’m not. So here are a few of my new ventures in creativity!

  1. Pyrography (also known as wood burning) – I caught a glimpse of this art and was immediately enraptured by the idea. I bought a cheap wood burning device from Amazon and just dove in. I’ve got a lot to learn, and don’t get to do it super frequently, but here’s what I love about burning wood: 1. There is something appealing to me about the permanence – once the wood has been burned, there is no erasing – so it takes thought and care before setting element to wood. 2. I’m captivated by the smell. The aroma arouses in me feelings of comfort, of being surrounded in a warm hug almost. Maybe the smell brings back good memories of campfires or something; whatever it is, I love it. 3. The naturalist in me prefers this close-to-nature sort of art. Wood plus heat equals art. Nothing artificial. I suppose this is important to me because it’s what I desire to be as a person. It’s what I value.34188211213_ab2def2d89_oI made these little plaques for a few of the moms in my life this year. I byproduct of learning wood burning is that I’m also learning more about lettering.
  2. Crochet – I tried to get into knitting many years ago, but carpal tunnel syndrome made it a no go. I had surgery, but never gave it a try again until this winter. My husband went to Guatemala in January and was gathering as many hygiene supplies as possible to take and give away. I have  bunch of yarn so I figured I’d knit some wash cloths. Then I remembered people saying crochet was easier so I picked up a few hooks at the craft store and looked up some youtube videos and voila, I was crocheting! Yes, it is much easier than knitting. So far I’ve made a baby blanket, some boot cuffs, and several pairs of slippers. It’s a great craft for those rainy PNW winters when life is spent mostly indoors, but now that it’s warming up my hands are busier in the garden than in the yarn. It’s definitely a skill I’d like to continue to learn though.
  3. How to build a bench. So my husband and I decided to build a bench together (with my dad’s help). We picked out a beautiful piece of Maple and are working on giving it a new purpose. At this point, the legs are built and the top has been cut, routered, sanded, and has one coat of polyurathane. We didn’t stain it; just wanted the natural beauty to shine through – again with the natural! We’re hoping to have it all put together within a week or two.

Tent Dwelling – Our lives here on planet earth are literally wrapped up in flesh. And this flesh is sometimes mystifying and frustrating….

  1. Sight – My third born was diagnosed with some vision problems in April and I’m learning a whole new vocabulary to go along with it. She has saccadic eye movement dysfunction, convergence insufficiency, hypertmetropia, and mild dyseidesia. I had never heard these words before. In short, her eyes are not working the way they are supposed to and it’s inhibiting her reading, writing, learning and fine motor skills. The good news is that with therapy the prognosis is very positive. She starts therapy on Friday and I’ve been warned that it can be a particularly difficult process. I’m trusting that through it all God has valuable lessons He will teach my daughter, my husband, and me. Prayers appreciated!34610099410_3a05b2d408_oSweet Girl!
  2. Shingles – Did you know that more and more thirty-somethings are getting shingles these days? My husband had them a year ago and I had them in January. Fortunately ours were fairly mild – still very uncomfortable though. Apparently, since our kids’ generation are getting vaccinated for the chicken pox, us adults aren’t getting our natural ‘booster’ by being exposed to the younger kids when they have the pox. Isn’t it all just so strange and perplexing sometimes!? There’s not a lot that can be done once you’ve got shingles, but I did learn about a suplement called L-lysine that’s supposed to help. I gave it a try and it seemed to quicken the healing process. So there’s a little tidbit if you’re ever in the same boat.

Inner Work – These are the happenings of the unseen parts of me. A brief look into a couple of those deep inner workings I mentioned above.

  1. Living in the Middle, instead of wishing for the End. Give me a good story and I’m a happy camper; especially when it all comes to a nice, tidy, happy end. If only that were real life. I want to be at the end of my story, where life makes sense and the hard parts have been endured and everything is as it should be. But that’s not realistic. So I’m trying instead to view myself in the Middle. The plot of life is still unfolding. I’m still learning and growing. The villain of pain and suffering hasn’t yet been completely defeated. The Author and Finisher of my faith is still building momentum in the story line of my life, working to a climax and an end. An end that He’s given me beautiful glimpses of which leave my soul aching with longing. But here I am in the middle. This is where the Author sees fit to place me. And I trust the Author. In the Middle I’ll stay.
  2. “Sacred Pathways,” by Gary Thomas has been a recent breath of fresh air for my soul. The subtitle to his book is ‘Discover Your Soul’s Path to Go.’ The idea is that all of us approach God, enjoy God, and are refreshed and renewed by God in different ways. We relate to God and draw near to Him in unique ways. Gary Thomas outlines nine ‘spiritual temperament’ and provides insight from the Bible and history and his research into how we can participate in our walk with God in these different ways. Turns out I am an Ascetic, Contemplative, and Intellectual. Beyond understanding myself better, this book has also been a great encouragement to remember that we all connect with God in different ways and that’s ok! I’m probably most excited to practice some of his suggestions for each temperament with our family so that we can expose our kids to different ways they might connect with God. If you’re seeking to grow closer to your Creator, I highly recommend this book!
  3. In Marriage, ‘ok’ isn’t always ‘ok.’ I may share more about this later on down the road. What I can say at this point is that though my husband and I have a committed marriage and desire to be honoring to the Lord, we’ve had a wake-up call in the last couple months to the destructive, yet oh so subtle, behaviors we both bring to the table. Thank God that He brought some things to our attention when He did! We’ve been reading some books together that are bringing us closer together and helping us understand each other better than we did before. I’ll share those later too.
  4. Why I write. You may have noticed that I’m posting to a new site today. I’ve been thinking a lot over the past several months about my motivations for writing. And I think I’ve been through a crucible in a way – a time of purifying of motivations and clarifying of purpose. So this is my new internet home. It’s still under construction, so be patient with me. But I’m not in a rush. I will no longer be blogging at kimplexity (though everything I’ve posted in the past is still there if you’re interested). I’m Aiming At Heaven.

The World Around Us – It’s a marvelous place, this world we live in. I love learning more about it!

1. There is a lonely cluster of islands in the North Atlantic called the Faeroe Islands. Situated between Norway and Iceland, these sparsely inhabited islands display the rugged beauty of God’s handiwork (at least from what I could see through my TV screen). If I could travel anywhere in the world right now, it would be to Norway and surrounding areas. I have Norwegian heritage and am a fan of the composer Greig. This area of the world seems to call my name.

Just Stunning!!

2. Hygge. I’ve heard several different pronunciations of this word so I’m still not exactly sure how to say it. But the concept, as far as I understand it, of a Thanksgiving type atmosphere is very appealing. I’ve just scratched the surface of this idea and hope to learn more by the next What I Learned post!

So there you have it. A smattering of the things I’ve been learning over these past six months. Isn’t it fun to learn? I think so!

Please stay and explore my new sight a bit. If you’d like to get an email when I publish a new post you can sign up below.

Also, if you’re interested in what some other lovely people are learning, check out emilypfreeman.com. Emily does a quarterly link up that encourages us to look back and remember how we’ve grown.

Thanks and God Bless!

when service feels frazzling

Am I the only one who can get worked up into a panic about serving God?

I wonder if I’ve whizzed by some obscured path that God really intended for me to take. I worry about whether or not I’m doing exactly what I should be doing at this very moment and I wonder if I am doing it well enough.

Please tell me I’m not the only one?!

The seconds of uncertainty consume me – did I say the right thing here, do the right thing there? So many options of what to do over the next 15 minutes, what am I supposed to do?

I become frazzled by the specifics of serving God. I don’t want to miss His plan.

But God isn’t a task master, He is a Father.

I think of my own children and wonder if some of the thoughts I have toward them are a hint of His thoughts toward me.

If my child willingly and joyfully served me by, let’s say, cleaning the bathroom, whoa! I would be thrilled! Or they sweep the floor, or pull some weeds, or mow the lawn, or vacuum, or comfort a younger sibling, or …… you get the idea.

Wouldn’t any of us parents practically throw a parade for our child who joyfully served us or someone else? And we certainly wouldn’t look down on them judgmentally or with displeasure because they scrubbed the kitchen floor instead of washing the car. Their joyful overflow of love paired with any action would be praiseworthy to the extreme.

What if my relationship with my children reflects the heart of God more than does a micro-managing mid-level supervisor?

Maybe God is not so concerned with the what as He is with the how.  

It’s not about the task, its about the motivation.

I may be preaching to myself here, but I imagine there are some of you who understand what I’m talking about.

God is not an exacting boss, but a generous gift giver who delights in our efforts to bring Him glory. He delights in our love for Him that works itself out in joyful service – no matter what it looks like.

My frazzle is self-fed fear of rejection and disapproval.

I’m learning to let Love in and let fear out. Remembering He is Father, not task-master. Cherishing His care rather than vainly attempting to earn what I already possess in Him.

What peace comes from serving like a child of God!