. . . to worry. As I was driving home from prayer and running a few errands this morning, I surfed radio stations. I came across a couple of Gospel sistahs preaching-speaking about worry! I knew! That was me. Worried. The more I listened, the more I started praying and repenting. Why am I worried? God is my God, He’s …
Comforted by God and One Another
I love the Word. It’s so rich, deep, powerful. In the mid-’80s to early ’90s, I struggled with fear and anxiety, and my prescription was meditating, ingesting, believing God’s Word. I read, “I do not have a spirit of fear but of power, love and a sound mind,” and believed it! I quoted it in the hard, heart-pounding moments, and …