You know that you're at the pinnacle of stress when:
- your face looks like the planet Mars, with mini-size Mt Ruapehu
- you start pigging out on chocolate, hot chocolate, and going to your friend's room to steal more chocolate. Sorry Emz. I know I'm evil.
- your favourite word is BORED, even though you have tons to do
- procastination is your greatest hurdle
- you have supposedly finished reading economics TWICE, opened up the past year paper, looked through the essay questions, and start freaking out, and thinking to yourself, "I know I've read all of these stuff, but I don't remember anything...."
- you have sudden grips of worry, and the attacks are increasing on a frequent basis.
- you called your mom and your first words are "PRAY FOR ME..."
- the weather is beautiful with lots of sunshine, but you're in your room studying when you should be at the beach eating ice cream
- you do nothing but study, eat and sleep
God says:
Fear not, for I have redeemed you. I have called you by name. You are mine. When you pass through the waters, I will be with you. When you pass through the rivers, it will not sweep over you. When you walk through fire, you will not be burned. The fire will not set you ablaze. For I am your Lord, your God, the Holy One of Israel, your Saviour. -Isaiah 43:1-2-
Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about its own things. Sufficient for the day is its own trouble. -Matthew 6:34-
Dr. Lloyd John Ogilvie says:
Worry is like interest paid on difficulties before it comes due. It's rust on the blade that dulls my capacity to cut through trouble and lance the infection of anxiety. Your Word is true: Worry never changes anything but the worrier, and that change is never positive. Worry is impotent to change tomorrow or redo the past. All it does is sap my strength
James S. Stewart says:
If evil at its overwhelming worst has already been met and mastered, as in Jesus Christ it has; if God has got His hands on this baffling mystery of suffering in its direct, most defiant form, and turned its most awful triumph into uttermost, irrevocable defeat; if that in fact has happened, and on that scale, are you to say it cannot happen on the infinitely lesser scale of our own union with Christ through faith? In heart-breaking things that happen to us, those mental agonies, those spiritual midnights of the soul, we are "more than conquerors" not through our own valor or stoic resolution, not through a creed or code or philosophy, but through Him who loved us - through the thrust and pressure of the invading grace of Christ.
Where would I be without God?
In the pits of worry, freaking out and wetting my pants.
