Anxiety You Are A Thief

Hello anxiety I know you well

Like a thief in the night you crawl in

Whether a door or a window it doesn't matter

You seek out entrance whenever you can

You think your purpose is rational

Good even

You think you spur people on to goodness

Your ways are normal

Let me call you what you are

A THIEF

You don't ask to come in

Creeping or barging is your way

Like a wildfire you spread

You try to devour everything in your path

Leave nothing good really is your way

Your master is a liar

He lies to you

He uses you to destroy

To dismantle

To eradicate

He made you to be irrational

To confuse and confound

To separate peace from it's source

My master is greater

He comes to comfort

To wipe away tears

To bring order

He knows your master

He speaks against him

Against his destruction and wicked ways

My master is love

He is comfort and peace

He wild ever present

And pouring out His gifts

You have bowed to His authority many times

I pray for the day to come

I know the day will come

When you and your master will bow to him forever

Your thieving ways will be defeated

No more will you harm

No more

Original Work By

     Tania Thompson

To The Mom I Saw Struggling

     I saw you at the fair that day; twice in fact.  You had a toddler who was wanting to go in every direction.  The first time I spoke to you.  I told you I had an apparatus like you were using and that it was a life saver for my middle child.  You made eye contact and tried to muster at least a grin, but I could see it in your eyes.  You were frustrated, looking tired, ready to go home and take a nap.  Being a mother myself I knew there was probably a reason you didn't just pick up your toddler and leave right there.  I mean who would stay at a huge fair with just a less than happy toddler?  I sure wouldn't! 

     Just a short time later we crossed paths again.  You were were with some family.  This time your look was more intense.  The other adult with you was dealing with your toddler, but no one was dealing with you.  That look, oh how I know that look.  I wanted to go over and give you a hug and tell you it would be okay and that you were not alone in the struggle.  But I didn't approach you.  I let fear stop me from trying to give you some kind of comfort only another mother can give.  I'm sorry I let you down.

     I promise you now that my best will be put forward should I ever see you, or anyone like you, again.  I will extend a hand of comfort, a word of kindness, an ear to bend.  The need for that never goes away.  I saw you that day and have thought of you every day since.  God is using you.  He's using that moment.  I pray the next time you have a moment like you did that day that someone out there will extend you some comfort and compassion.  You are not alone.