Hey You… Mountain….Move! I’m Armed with a Mustard Seed

Remember those carefree childhood days? No worry. No fear. Just un-obliterated delight and adventure? mustard seed

I don’t.

As long as I can remember, my closet had a boogie man and something lay waiting, with raspy breath, under my bed. mustard seed

Its name is Anxiety.

As a youngster it raised its head whispering between my ears–

Other kids don’t like you…
You’re going to flunk the test…
You’re too ugly, dumb, unlovable…

I matured. The voice gnashing its teeth between my ears, did not.

Others don’t like you… mustard seed
You’re going to fail…
You’re too ugly, dumb, unlovable…

Not much changed. mustard seed

That is until….

God healed me. Not the wham-bam type of healing that zaps the infliction like a bug. I’ve experienced that as well. No, this is a progressive healing. Imagine a spiritual scab crusting over the wound, protecting it until it heals through time and trial. It may not be instantaneous, but it is no less miraculous. The freedom I received is equivalent to growing back a sawed-off limb. If you’ve suffered from crippling anxiety — you get it. mustard seed

Am I anxiety free? Forever more at ease, floating on a cloud of confidence?

No. mustard seed

It’s fair to say, most days I am not inflicted. But, recently I found anxiety hanging around again. Talking at me. Sitting on the comfy sofa of my mind. The thought of my healing being taken away, set me askew. I don’t want to live like that again. My prayers intensified, being stirred by the ingredients of desperation and fervency. I was healed. How could it return? I prayed my faith would increase to at least the size of a mustard seed. God moved the anxiety mountain before. How did it pop back up like a cork in the water? mustard seed

“Because you have so little faith. Truly I tell you, if you have faith

as small as a mustard seed, you can say to this mountain, ‘Move from here to there,’ and it will move. Nothing will be impossible for you.” Matthew 17: 20

My thoughts are this: God heals. After that, we need to take care of the wound. Keep it clean. Check on it, note swelling or irritation. It’s a weak spot. When needed, slaver it with prayer. Consult the one Physician. Follow His direction and swallow the prescription.

Yes, I have a tendency toward anxiety. When the scab gets bumped and bleeds, I might peek under the bed, certain my demise is everyone’s favorite conspiracy. The difference today is, I have a maintenance manual and a 24/7 on-call Physician. All I have to do is dial up.

Maybe that’s why God allows us to step back into our pre-healed state. He wants us to give Him a call, ask for help, remember His incredible gift of grace.

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