The beginning of the storm
For months, I woke up with my heart racing before I even opened my eyes. Anxiety had become my most faithful companion — more present than any friend, more insistent than any commitment.
I tried to solve it on my own. I read books, sought techniques, tried to ignore it. But the more I fought with my own strength, the deeper I sank.
The turning point
It was on a sleepless night, at three in the morning, that I finally understood what it meant to “surrender.” I had no more arguments, no more plans. All I had left was a whisper:
“Lord, I can’t do this anymore. Take over.”
And He did.
The transformation was not instant
I did not wake up healed the next day. The change was gradual, like the dawn — so subtle that I only noticed when I looked back. I began replacing anxious thoughts with Scripture. I traded worry for prayer. Little by little, peace filled the spaces that anxiety had dominated.
“Commit your way to the Lord; trust in him and he will do this.” — Psalm 37:5
What I learned
- God does not expect us to be strong — He expects us to acknowledge our weakness.
- Surrender is not defeat — It is the first step toward true freedom.
- God’s peace does not depend on circumstances — It exists despite them.
- Seeking professional help is also faith — God works through capable people.
Today, anxiety still knocks on my door from time to time. But now I know who answers: not me. It is the One who promised to be with me every day.
“Peace I leave with you; my peace I give you. I do not give to you as the world gives. Do not let your hearts be troubled and do not be afraid.” — John 14:27