THE GOD OF MY UNDERSTANDING IN ANXIETY

Morning blinding flash of the obvious: What if my anxiety is God? 

That BFO almost scared me into denial of it. But it stayed with me, and I wondered more deeply, what if the God of my understanding lives in my anxiety?

I recall my great comforter, another BFO: I feel fear, God is here. 

God knows my needs...my needs are within me...my needs invite anxiety...anxiety turns me to God...God is within me. 

Ah, I feel fear, God is here. 

Let this be, ponder and praise it: The God of my understanding, appearing as my anxiety, is not to be prayed away but to be welcomed...with thank you.

Thank you.