If I was passed a glass of poison to drink, I would destroy it – not drink it. God would urge me to. He loves me.
Oh, the hug He gives!
Why then, when anxiety plagues me in so many painful ways, do I hold onto it and make myself sick? Lose my joy? Perhaps cause others to follow this wrong path with me?
Turn to Him, ask for help, turn it over!
DO NOT PICK IT BACK UP!