My Anxious Limp
I am an anxious person. I’ve lived with this low-grade, steady-state level of anxiety for more years than I’d like to admit. It’s always there, like the hum of the refrigerator. It is so persistent that I often fail to recognize its presence until it’s gone.
I am writing this in a season of rest, on sabbatical. And as I have stepped away from the daily operations of ministry, devoting my time to my family, reading, writing and wrangling my yard, the hum of anxiety has quieted significantly. My heart has grown still. I have been able to rest. It’s been amazing.
But this season is just that: a season. In a few weeks, I am headed back into fray. I will take up again the burden of full-time pastoral ministry, with all its expectations, responsibilities and concerns. And I know for certain that my old nemesis will be following close behind.
There’s a sense in...
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