“Consider the ravens: They do not sow or reap, they have no storeroom or barn; yet God feeds them. And how much more valuable you are than birds! Who of you by worrying can add a single hour to his life? Since you cannot do this very little thing, why do you worry about the rest?”
Anxiety empowers a problem but God’s peace is available if we choose it instead. If we will allow the Holy Spirit to control our lives, He will produce His peace in us (Galatians 5:22). When yoked to Jesus and our minds are steadfast on Him, we are freed from restlessness, strife, or worry. So we have the option of choosing between peace and inner conflict.
Unshakeable peace is not spontaneous but is cultivated through a consistent relationship with the Lord. Depending on Him is the key to weathering storms with supernatural calmness.
Roy Lessin wrote in his blog (2-21-11):
Anxiety—don’t carry it, walk with it, eat with it, live with it, go to bed with it. Don’t entertain it, support it, encourage it—not in big things or little things, present things or future things, pressing things or perplexing things. It is a foe not a friend, a downer not an edifier, a binder not a freer. It will quickly introduce you to its close cousins, fret and fear. When anxiety knocks at the door of your heart or mind, be sure to renounce it, reject it, and refuse it any place.
Ponder these statements by Alexander Maclaren:
- Anxious care weakens our strength, distracts our minds, sucks the sunshine out of every landscape, and casts a shadow over all beauty.
- Anxiety is contrary to the very character and name of God when we call Him, “Our Father.”
In fact, we become anxious WHEN we envision our future without Him. Jesus says, “Come to Me, all you who labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest. Take My yoke upon you and learn from Me, for I am gentle and lowly in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For My yoke is easy and My burden is light” (Matthew 11:28-30).
What a fellowship, what a joy divine,
Leaning on the everlasting arms;
What a blessedness, what a peace is mine,
Leaning on the everlasting arms. –Elisha A Hoffman