Anxieties Make a House Call
One by one, they began to scream at me, "What are you going to do about this and that? Isn't it terrible? There's no way out. You're surely done for, aren't you? Have you thought about this?"
It was at this moment that I knew I had one of three options. I could continue to lie on my bed and entertain these intruders, passing out bits of crumpets and cookies. This of course would only fatten them up and enliven them to voice even more opinions.
Option number 2 was to simply try to escape them by way of fantasy. I could pretend that they didn't exist and never had. I could enter the realm of fantasy by way of my imagination. I could dream away my present circumstances. I could be young, thin, rich, living in a different time, living with different people, and romantically sought after. What would that avail? My intruders would still be waiting for me when I awoke.
Option 3: I could get up and seek the Lord. I could then commune with the Living God of all power, wisdom, and glory. I could cast all my care upon Him and allow Him to undertake in every circumstance.
By the grace of God, I was empowered to take option number 3. Rising up, I spoke for a lingering time with the Lord. I poured forth all my stresses. Then I opened His Word to my devotional Psalm. There in verse 19 of Psalm 94 I read, "In the multitude of my anxieties within me, Your comforts delight my soul."
It was then that the Divine exchange took place. I gave God every anxiety and took upon myself His delightful comforts. I even numbered them.