I’ve been struggling with issues of anxiety lately. It’s been strange, because I’ve never struggled with anxiety in the past. This is brand new territory for me.
I know what’s causing it – it’s a wide variety things. Some of it is uncertainty in life issues. That’s always challenging to me, since I like to always be in control of everything. Some of it is caused by the school-work load combined with the business of the last several weeks. Some of it is caused by me not having a “down” day in my schedule, something I usually try to build in. There are also issues with me trying to figure out how to help counsel some people going through some challenging times of life, and I don’t always know how to do that. Our church is facing challenges as well. As the economy falls, people become less giving – or so it seems, and trying to “guess” what the giving might be so we can properly steward the resources God has given us causes me some tension. I’m sure there’s other stuff – trying to figure out how to continue being a good dad and husband in the midst of everything is a stressor, but regardless –I’ve been feeling anxiety. For me, having mental/emotional things begin to impact me physically (heart racing, shortness of breath) or even cause me to feel lost (don’t know where to start, so I find myself sitting there for a few minutes in a near-panic) is completely new – and very unwanted.
My running has become pretty important – because it gives me time to process, to pray, to seek the face of God uninterrupted.
I’m training for a marathon, and this week all my mileage increased. That means I have to find new routes (and it means I’m really grateful for my Garmin Forerunner, but that’s off the subject…). Today was one of those new route days. New routes are fun. I ran by houses I didn’t even know existed! They’re also a little scary. I don’t always know where a street will lead. I’m not sure if it has an outlet. And… new routes means I find out where new dogs are.
When I’m running – I HATE dogs. Other than the weird grunting noise coming from the woods on one of my routes, nothing scares me more than dogs. I’ve never been bit while running – but I’ve had dogs chase me down the street, cross the road and bark inches from my ankles, and on a beautiful calm morning nothing is quite as terrifying as the sound of a deep-throated, protective bark coming from a yard you are running by. This morning, I found four new dogs. One of them was in a yard with an invisible fence. Those things are great, but when the dog is barking and it doesn’t look like there’s anything between you and it, it’s kind of frightening. I never saw two of the dogs, but they saw me. The dogs you can’t see can be frightening as well.
After being scared the second time today by barking dogs I started thinking – you know, sometimes life is like you’re surrounded by barking dogs. The evil one stands around and barks at you.
- “You’ll never get it all done.”
- “The church is in trouble.”
- “You’re a lousy dad.”
- “I thought you were a good Christian, but look at you all worried.”
They aren’t true statements – just barking lies. Anytime God starts to move in a direction, Satan starts to raise a ruckus, barking like a protective dog, trying to scare you off of territory he’s claimed for his own.
By dog three, I was telling God, “Ok – it’s sinking in.”
The fourth dog experience today had a dog not only barking, but coming across the street at me. I pulled down my face mask, looked straight at the dog, and said, “No” very loudly. Someday, that’s not going to work – usually it does. The dog kept barking, but stopped coming after me as I walked away, telling the dog “No.”
By this time, I was laughing (a rare experience while I’m running!). It’s like God was telling me – “Satan can “bark”. He can even chase you across a street, but remember, ‘Submit yourself, therefore to God, resist the devil, and He will flee’ (James 4:7).”
So, my barking dogs lesson for the day is that my anxiety is a natural human response to the barking of Satan. It may not be logical, but it is natural. My natural human response needs to be submitted to God. He’s my protector and my provider, and then, as I submit to Him, I can resist the devil.
It’s funny the lessons you learn while running – but God is good, and I will have victory over this anxiety. I’m not going to let the bark of Satan fill my life with terror. I may still, at times, be frightened – but I will not let terror rule my life.