On the hard days, I collect Bible verses on a paper I’ve ripped out of my journal. I fold that paper up and tote it around everywhere I go.
When anxiety hits, I pull my verses right out and finger the edge of the paper nervously as I whisper the God-Words aloud. The aloud part is important; it helps drown out the noisy voice of worry, fear and disbelief in my head.
I have shut myself in the bathroom before, shoved my hands over my ears and read those verses aloud over and over until I really didn’t need the paper anymore. They were etched so deep on my heart and mind.
I collect more verses everywhere I go, and I scribble them down on that same page like any other greedy collector bidding for treasures at an auction or sifting through junk in a thrift store to find a…
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