I do not know what it is for my heart to race
Because it does not ever seem to slow down.
Never is there a day in which I am without anxiety,
and yet the words reach out
and tell me
Do not worry.
Do not worry?
All I do is worry.
Worry is the default. Worry is my bread and butter, the air
I cannot breathe
Because my brain runs far faster
Than my body can catch
Than my lungs can inhale
than my spirit can find and soothe
and so I must hear again the words
Do not worry.
I worry, and so I must listen to those words.
I must accept that my heart is already guarded
That my steps are already guided
That my mind is already equipped
Even though I fear
and run
and worry.
Because I worry
I must listen once more.
Do not worry.
6 Do not worry about anything, but in everything by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be made known to God. 7 And the peace of God, which surpasses all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.
Phillipians 4:6-7
