A Psalm from my heart, in thanks to Christ.
I sit in total darkness and cannot see.
I feel no walls or path to guide me.
Which way do I turn?
Does anyone hear my cries for help?
Intense anxiety churns in my stomach.
How do I escape this prison-like place?
The bitter taste of growing fear rises in my throat and wants to escape my mouth as a …
My stifled scream interrupts my thoughts and returns me to reality.
I sit in solitude in my living room, and recount my many blessings.
I have a secure place to live and do not lack for food or other basic needs.
I have friends I love and who love me in return.
But most importantly, I have a Savior who died for me and has a plan for my life.
He is teaching me to recognize the encroaching lies, and to replace them with His truths.
I drink His word which revives my soul.
I see that the failures I condemn myself for are not fatal when I hand them over to Jesus and trust Him in hopeful expectation.
Christ accepts my shortcomings and tells me His best for me is yet to come.
I can breathe again.
He transforms me and my failures into something good for the benefit of others.
My God is in control, and continues to keep me safe, under His watchful eye.
Thank you, dear Lord Jesus, for giving me parents and a grandmother who taught me to pray.
You watched me grow, saving my life more than once.
You continue to encourage me through the words of friends, and through random conversations with kind strangers in the grocery check-out line and elsewhere.
I stand up and step away from the hovering clouds of anxiety and fear.
I take a deep, cleansing breath and briefly close my eyes in relief and contentment.
The adversary’s lies fall away from my spirit like scales.
I am thankful for the privilege of a fresh start and begin to move forward along Christ’s path for me, once again.
About the Author
Sara has attended CitySalt Church since 2004, the year it was founded. She studied Journalism, wrote for her college newspaper, and is a member of Oregon Christian Writers. Sara also enjoys singing hymns with friends: “there is a sermon in every hymn waiting to be discovered and enjoyed.”