Old Patterns

Oh Lord, walk with me through the uneasiness that rises in my chest.
There are moments when my mind and my nerves feel louder than my faith,
when the anticipation of the future tightens its grip
and I find myself dwelling in fear instead of resting in You.

Right now, help me return to this moment —
safe, held, breathing, and writing these words with You beside me.
Teach me to see the difference between the noise of my mind
and the truth of my faith.

My mind wants to run the show,
to predict, control, and protect.
But faith operates on a higher plane —
quiet, steady, unmoved by the storms of thought.

What will be, will be.
What is coming, is already known to You.
No amount of worry can alter what You have allowed,
because what is… simply is.

Lord, help me recognize the storm inside my thoughts
without confusing it for my reality.
Remind me that my thoughts are the weather…
but You, and my soul in You, are the sky.

Let every fear pass through.
Let every anxious wave rise and fall.
Let me trust that I am never forsaken, never alone.

You remain when the storm ends.
You remain while it rages.
You remain in every breath between.
And that is enough.

“You will keep in perfect peace all who trust in You, all whose thoughts are fixed on You.”
Isaiah 26:3 (NLT)

Heavenly Father,
Quiet my mind and steady my heart.
Teach me to release the need for control
and to rest in the assurance that You are already in my tomorrow.
Let Your peace rise above every anxious thought,
and let Your presence anchor me in this moment.
Help me remember that storms pass,
but Your love never does.

Hold me, guide me, and remind me that I belong to You.
Amen.

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