Did I ever tell you about the time I was afraid of dying?
Yes, when I wen tin for open heart surgery four years ago, death not only crossed my mind, it paralyzed me . . . what if I die on the operating room table?
But I need to be completely honest with you.
That's not the only time I struggled with anxiety about death. I can remember holding a chocolate milk in the lunch line as a 4th grader and thinking, "Will this be my last chocolate milk?"
Call it morbid; call it strange, but I call it a prison . . . a prison of anxiety and that is not a place God wants me.
Do you struggle with some sort of anxiety? Do you worry, fret, dread something?
Maybe you don't worry about death, but debt: how will you ever get out? or about health or the health of your children. Maybe you're exhausted from worrying about the future or the unknown. Maybe you are brittle from all the anxious hours you've labored over what you cannot control.
Anxiety is real.
% of Americans are on antidepressants to help them cope with anxiety. % are women.
We bite our nails, we cling to superstition, we manipulate, we ignore, we self medicate with food or TV or alcohol - all to be free from the prison of anxiety.
But what if I told you that you don't have to be anxious? What if I shared with you something that could unlock that prison door and free you from worry no matter the circumstances, no matter the unknown. Would you believe me that there is a way out? Would you want to know?