My parents thought my fear would stop and everything would be fine, but it wasn’t. I couldn’t sleep alone. I couldn’t spend the night at my friend’s house. I couldn’t do anything without my mom or dad being right there because my mind would always go to the worst-case scenario.
It died down for a while. We read scripture and listened to worship music. We didn’t watch the news anymore. Then, last year my fear came back, and it was more realistic. I was afraid of someone breaking into our house. Anytime I’d hear about a school shooting somewhere in the country, I’d wonder if that was going to happen in my school. A friend of ours is a Christian counselor, so I went to see her about it. She gave me several tools to use when I became anxious. Using these tools, along with repeating my favorite verse, Isaiah 41:10, and singing the song “Whom Shall I Fear?”, my anxiety slowly went away.
I also realized my hope was in my parents when I needed my hope to be in God. I didn’t trust Him enough to think “Who cares what happens to me? He is in control.” But now I know that whatever happens to me happens, and His plan is perfect. I’m going to worship God through it anyway and I’m going to give glory to Him. “Do not be afraid, for I am with you and do not be dismayed for I am your God.”