I have been struggling with deep anxiety for the past I don't know how many days. My prayers are all about unburdening my anxious heart and letting go of those things that I have no control over. I know to cast my cares on God, but am surprised that I have to do it every morning in such a dramatic way. Perhaps I should not consider my own weakness so strange. Maybe it means that I am peeling away layers of self-sufficiency and learning to trust more. Certainly as the world seems to whirl out of control with natural disasters and terrorism and threats of pandemics, I have nowhere to go but to the rock that is higher than I. As I watch my children grow and face the challenges that are in front of them, young as they are, I can only grow in prayer or fall back in worry.
Help me, Lord, to trust in You, for everything. Calm my anxious thoughts and my worried soul.
A song of ascents. 1 I lift up my eyes to the hills—
where does my help come from?
2 My help comes from the LORD,
the Maker of heaven and earth.
3 He will not let your foot slip—
he who watches over you will not slumber;
4 indeed, he who watches over Israel
will neither slumber nor sleep.
5 The LORD watches over you—
the LORD is your shade at your right hand;
6 the sun will not harm you by day,
nor the moon by night.
7 The LORD will keep you from all harm—
he will watch over your life;
8 the LORD will watch over your coming and going
both now and forevermore.