Monday, October 12, 2015

Day 12: The Jitters



This post is part of a 31-day series.





We've discussed various fears that may plague our mornings, but I've noticed one more cause of anxiety, which we may simply call the jitters.


Jitters are typically felt by performers backstage just before the curtain rises, or by a runner when they're tensed, waiting for the starting gun to go off for the race.  The sensation is just like worry, but it's not actually fear of anything--just an overload of adrenaline, ready to go.


I've wondered if this is what they mean by "brain chemistry imbalance"--the Olympian about to take the world stage has reason for jitters; me facing a mundane day at home caring for my home and family, not so much.


Normal or no, my adrenaline can surge with the best of them.


Recognizing this is important because if there's anything that will make it worse, it's introspective soul-searching.  Really what's needed is to get up and get going.  If you can make an early-morning workout happen, all the better.


Next:  The Fear Transfer




Sunday, October 11, 2015

Day 11: Fear of What Might Be



This post is part of a 31-day series.



Precautions have lengthened many lives; anxiety has lengthened none and shortened many.



We've discussed the fear of doing wrong (Day 9) and the fear of humiliation (Day 10); so that brings us to today's topic, Fear of All Things Unpleasant.


What if today brings something painful/embarrassing/sad/tedious?


Nobody enjoys unpleasantness, so the desire to avoid it is naturally legitimate.


For those who've struggled long with these things, the fear can even be circular:  What if I feel anxious all day?  Fear itself can be the most common unpleasantness.


This type of fear can present as indecisiveness, too:  What if I order the chicken madeira but I would've enjoyed the chicken cacciatore more?  How do I know that moving to this new place will lead to greater happiness? 


As discussed earlier, the goal in the battle against worry is to adjust our rumination from our fears ("What if?") to the anchor of our souls ("Direct me in this decision, Lord.  Thank you for Your promise never to leave me.").


Like John Piper, quoted above, 20th-century preacher Martyn Lloyd-Jones makes a distinction between preparing for the future and worrying about it:


No, he takes reasonable thought and then he leaves it...In other words, although it is very right to think about the future, it is very wrong to be controlled by it.  

The difficulty with people who are prey to these fears is that they are controlled by the future, they are dominated by thoughts of it, and there they are wringing their hands, doing nothing, depressed by fears about it. In fact, they are completely governed and mastered by the unknown future, and that is always wrong. To take thought is right, but to be controlled by the future is all wrong.


Tomorrow we'll address morning anxiety once more, and then we'll work on applying the gospel to it.


Thanks for joining me on 31 Days!




Next:  The Jitters



Saturday, October 10, 2015

Day 10: Fear of Humiliation



This post is part of a 31-day series.



Yesterday I discussed anxiety about facing a new day.  It usually manifests in a vague sense of dread upon wakening, maybe an uncomfortable knot in the stomach.  


It's difficult but immensely helpful to turn this nebulous discomfort into a clear statement:  I'm afraid of _________.


So far as I have discerned, when I wake up with that old dread, I'm afraid of three main things.


1.  Doing wrong and/or hurting those I love (discussed yesterday).  I submit that this is a healthy and good thing to fear.


2.  Humiliation (discussed today).


3.  Any form of unpleasantness (discussed tomorrow).





Today I'll address the fear of humiliation--or, another way of putting it:  fear of losing control.  Closely related is the fear of being unloved--because if our best facade is shattered, we can't control what people think of us.


I believe these are fears that we must bring to God and repent of.  Once we realize we are humble creatures and not in control, we are seeing reality as it really is.  And in that realization, when we find ourselves still loved unconditionally by our Father, we realize we don't need control, and we don't need our impressive facade.  


Jon Bloom of Desiring God uses the story of Mary and Martha in Luke 10 to reflect on these things:


Love wasn’t motivating Martha’s serving. Anxiety was. Anxiety over what? I don’t know. But if she was like me, it was probably rooted in pride—in how she thought others perceived her.
I am very familiar with prideful anxiety. It tempts me frequently to give precious time to things that aren’t wrong in themselves, but unnecessary. They are distractions. The thing is, I often don’t recognize it as anxiety. I usually experience it as an urge: “I need to get this project done.”
But what’s behind this urge? If I stop to honestly assess my heart, what is exposed is a belief that if I don’t do ____, others will think I’m ____. Maybe they’ll think I’m disorganized or messy or lazy or an ineffective leader. Maybe they’ll see a weakness or sin that I don’t want them to see. What’s motivating me is a desire to impress others.

May God save us from our pride and all the fears it feeds!


Next:  Fear of What Might Be



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Friday, October 9, 2015

Day 9: Dread



This post is part of a 31-day series.



Anxiety typically rears its ugly head first thing in the morning.  Like the smell of bad coffee, your waking moment is accompanied by dread.




Although unpleasant, I don't believe there's necessarily anything morally wrong with this.  Over and over the Bible exhorts us to be courageous--when we are facing down man-eating lions, yes, but also when we're just afraid to put our feet on the floor in the morning.  God expects us to have fears to face.


I've pondered long on the precise nature of this morning dread.  What exactly are we afraid of?  I can't answer that question for you, but for me, I think it's the fear of not being able to handle what may arise.  It's like on some level I've never gotten past the terror-stricken brand-new-mom-leaving-the-hospital feeling.  What do I do with the baby?  When do I feed him?  How do I know if he's sick?  What do I do if the baby cries???


I don't think I'm going to drop my kids now, or let them starve, but I'm still afraid of doing something wrong.


Am I disciplining them enough?  Too much?  In the right ways?  Am I teaching them what they need to know?  Are they picking up lifelong psychological problems from me?  Do they know that we love them?  Will they look at me and see Jesus as attractive, or see my hypocrisy and reject faith?  Am I approachable when they have problems?


The takeaway lesson here is that we desperately need not only forgiveness (see Day 8), but guidance from our heavenly Father.  And in order to give us the sweetest of all gifts, intimacy with Himself, He usually directs us just a bit at a time.  We're forced to walk by faith, not by sight.


Thus, we are desperate every day for Him.


And if a lump of dread is what it takes to drive us to Him, then welcome that dread, and thank God for it.


Next:  Fear of Humiliation



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Thursday, October 8, 2015

Day 8: Guilt



This post is part of a 31-day series.



On every listing of depression symptoms I've seen, a sense of guilt is always on there.


A sense of having done wrong, or of not being good enough, is a great mercy from the hand of God.  The very central theme of Scripture is:


You have done wrong and you're not good enough; therefore, you need a Savior--and that Savior is Christ the Lord.


The essence of the Christian life is believing in this Savior.  Failure to do so is what gives rise to troublesome feelings of guilt and self-loathing.


But, friend burdened by guilt--despair not, because realizing our inadequacy is half the battle!  It is God's great mercy to give us a sense of our sin, lest we miss altogether our desperate need for the Savior.


The goal, of course, is to realize our need, and then move on to belief, rather than guilt-plagued insanity.


Yesterday we talked about rumination.  Sanity-stealing rumination sounds like this:  I can't believe I did that.  I wish I hadn't.  I hate myself for doing that.  Everyone is probably mad at me.  Ad nauseam.


Holy rumination, then, sounds like this:  God is so good to forgive my sins.  Jesus paid for this very incident on the cross.  He saw what I would do and still set His love on me from eternity past.  He has  made me in His own image and redeemed me from darkness.  He is faithful to me to the very end.  Hallelujah!  What a Savior!


See how unholy rumination leads straight to despair (and quite possibly mental illness), but holy rumination leads to rejoicing?


Neat, huh?




Several biblical characters come to mind who had opportunity to despair of themselves.


Think of Judas Iscariot, for example.  How would you feel if you realized you had betrayed your close, faithful friend to torture and death for a little cash in your pocket, and this friend also happened to be the sinless Son of God, Judge of the living and the dead?


That's pretty much how Judas felt.  And although he felt remorse, he did not find forgiveness.  He so loathed himself that he was driven to suicide.


Now think of Paul.  Paul heartily approved of the unjust stoning of Stephen; ravaged the church in Jerusalem; and travelled close to 150 miles on horseback (a multi-day journey) for the sole purpose of hunting down Christians in a far-off city to bind and haul away.  On his way, the risen Lord Jesus appears to him, blinding him physically, but spiritually opening his eyes to see his terrible error.


If you were Paul, having been knocked to the ground and convicted of heinous sin, would you ever be able to rise from the dust?  Would you see yourself and despair, like Judas?


Not so Paul.  He writes,


Forgetting what lies behind and reaching forward to what lies ahead, I press on toward the goal for the prize of the upward call of God in Christ Jesus.


Later in the same letter, he advises the Philippians,


Whatever is true, whatever is honorable, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is of good repute, if there is any excellence and if anything worthy of praise, dwell on these things. 

(3:13-14 and 4:8)


Paul didn't obsess over his past life.  He was obsessed with the excellent gospel.


What about Peter?  We know exactly how Peter felt after his infamous denials of Christ, for Matthew tells us that he "went out and wept bitterly" (26:75).


Yet later, having been with Jesus after His resurrection, and empowered by the Holy Spirit, Peter writes,


Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, who according to His great mercy has caused us to be born again to a living hope through the resurrection of Jesus Christ from the dead, to obtain an inheritance which is imperishable and undefiled and will not fade away, reserved in heaven for you...In this you greatly rejoice.


-1 Peter 1:3-6


Peter wrote letters filled with praise for Christ's work of salvation.  He too, was obsessed--not with his failures, but with his gracious and glorious Lord.


Let us see our shortcomings clearly; repent of them; and then press on--not like Judas, but like Paul and Peter.


Next:  Dread



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Wednesday, October 7, 2015

Day 7: Can't Stop Thinking



This post is part of a 31-day series.



I see the work of Your hands
Galaxies spin in a heavenly dance, O God
All that You are is so overwhelming

I hear the sound of Your voice
All at once it's a gentle and thundering noise, O God
All that You are is so overwhelming

I delight myself in You
Captivated by Your beauty
I'm overwhelmed, I'm overwhelmed by You

God, I run into Your arms
Unashamed because of mercy
I'm overwhelmed, I'm overwhelmed by You

-Big Daddy Weave, "Overwhelmed"



Yesterday, in good company with Charles Spurgeon, we discussed how when we're depressed, we can't think.


Today we'll discuss how, when we're depressed, we can't stop thinking.


Mental health experts call this rumination.


Ruminate, verb:  to go over in the mind repeatedly and often casually or slowly; to chew repeatedly for an extended period

(Thank you, Merriam-Webster)


Rumination is what cows and other grazers do with their cud.  They chew.  And chew.  And chew and chew and chew and chew.


It's what we do when we can't stop thinking about whatever we're anxious about, or how depressed we are.


I believe rumination is inevitable.


In fact, I believe God calls us to holy rumination:


"I will meditate on Your precepts...
I shall not forget Your word...

Your servant meditates on Your statutes...

I will meditate on Your wonders...

O LORD, I remember Your name in the night...

I shall diligently consider Your testimonies...

O how I love Your law!
It is my meditation all the day.

My eyes anticipate the night watches,
That I may meditate on Your word.

Psalm 119:15-16, 23, 27, 55, 95, 97, 148


"Whatever is true, whatever is honorable, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is of good repute, if there is any excellence and if anything worthy of praise, dwell on these things."

Philippians 4:8


"Keep seeking the things above, where Christ is, seated at the right hand of God.  Set your mind on the things above...Let the word of Christ richly dwell within you."

Colossians 3:1-2, 16


Holy rumination is one of the gifts God gives us in worship.  As we continue to name His attributes (You are holy.  You are good.  You are in control.  You are merciful.), our hearts are gradually lifted up to dwell on divine joys.


If I am overwhelmed, let it be by Him.


May I ruminate on His word, His name, and His grace.


Mmmm.....grace.


Next:  Guilt




Tuesday, October 6, 2015

Day 6: Can't Think



This post is part of a 31-day series.




Causeless depression cannot be reasoned with, nor can David's harp charm it away by sweet discoursings.  As well fight with the mist as with this shapeless, undefinable, yet all-beclouding hopelessness...The iron bolt which so mysteriously fastens the door of hope and holds our spirits in gloomy prison, needs a heavenly hand to push it back.


Depression has been variously described as a darkness, an inescapable pit, or a blinding fog.  It can be frightening (thus the link to anxiety), and confusing.  In darkness or thick fog, or a narrow well, you can’t see well enough to get a clear picture of your surroundings.  You’re not sure where you are, or what’s going on, or how to find clear daylight again.  Depression is so paralyzing and overwhelming largely because it makes you unable to think straight.  Being depressed but not hopeless is almost an oxymoron.


Because of this, depression is a powerful liar.  You'll believe all kinds of falsehoods if you listen to it.



Depression such as the nineteenth-century British preacher Charles Spurgeon experienced makes good, wise friends invaluable.  We need such friends to listen and speak to us as we grope through such darkness.  We need them to think straight for us when we can't think straight for ourselves.


A state of depression like this is a great time to realize I'm not the Messiah, and I can't do everything.  The real Messiah invites me to cry out to Him, and listen for His voice in the swirling fog.


Next:  Can't Stop Thinking



  
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