The Ivy of Anxiety

The anxiety began to build creeping in and taking over like a beautiful ivy. I ignored the warning signs and let the vine wrap itself tighter and tighter. Soon I was unable to move, unable to breathe, the anxiety controlled my every move. I fell to my knees, as others did on my behalf as well. The Spirit began to cut the vine away, slowly returning me to me. I fell to my yoga practice, worship music filling the room. My muscles shook, my body depleted as the words from “It is well” washed through me.

“Through it all, through it all.

My eyes are on you

And it is well with me.”


The words whisper to my heart as the last strands of the vine burn away in the heat of his love.

It’s so easy to wonder, to worry, to doubt, to drop my eyes from him and let the waves overtake me as I cry out in fear. Every time He catches me and every time he asks, “My love, why do you still doubt? I will never leave you, nor forsake you. I have plans for you; plans for wholeness and not for evil, to give you a future and a hope. Call upon me and I will hear you. Seek me with all your heart and you will find me in the still small voice residing in your soul. Do not be anxious, but pray without ceasing, for whether you to turn to the left or to the right you will know my will and the way to walk in.”

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