Friend, you are meant to be a theologian.
Our theology shapes every aspect of our lives as believers. How can we love and serve God if we do not know him? How can we live a gospel-centered life if we do not know this gospel we were saved by? With biblical counselling, I help women like you put their theology into practice—in the mundane, the rugged terrain, and joyful moments.
Get started with my five day devotional on the attributes of God for the anxious heart.
We want hope that will help us persevere in the suffering that will inevitably come. But for our hope to do this, it needs to be set on something. Hope doesn’t come alone—though hope may seem like an ambiguous concept, it needs to be placed on something sure if we are to persevere. Friend, which kind of hope do you have? Is your hope sure, or does it only lead to more pain and anxiety?
As well as we know the sting of the unfaithfulness of others to us, we also know of our own unfaithfulness. Hurtful words we have spoken to others we were supposed to love. Promises we made that we never fulfilled. Times when we were supposed to stand strong to hold another up but ran away and let them fall. Just as others have left their marks of unfaithfulness on us, we have likewise left our own wounds of unfaithfulness. Who can be trusted? Can we rely on anyone? If even those who love us most will still be unfaithful due to their sin, and we ourselves cannot be trusted because of our sin, is there anyone who we can look to that will be steadfast?
In a perfect world, social media would be a place of smiles as we connect with friends and share memories. But we don’t live in a perfect world—we live in a world tangled in the thorns and thistles of sin. And in this world, social media can be a place where anxiety flourishes through comparison, knowledge of the turmoil and terror that surrounds us, envy as we worry why God hasn’t given us what he has given someone else, and anxiously checking stats and “like” counts.
Maybe you’ve found yourself in a similar place. Perhaps you are a mother facing post-partum depression feeling guilty for her sadness because at least she has a living child. Or a wife trying to cover up her sobs because at least her husband’s cruel words don’t leave bruises. Or a woman hiding her grief over her latest diagnoses because it’s not as bad as that lady in church. And so the comparisons continue, and so suffering is minimized, and so true sorrow is neglected.
What we don’t think about is the possibility that we may not always enjoy motherhood. That motherhood isn’t all bliss and sloppy kisses. Or how we will cope when the postpartum depression kicks in. Or how we will survive those endless days trapped in our home breastfeeding a baby going through a growth spurt. Or how we will make it through the colic. I experience days like this, and I know the only thing sustaining me is the grace of God. If motherhood has taught me anything, it is that God will hold me fast.
Though I told people I lived a healthy lifestyle in order to tame my anxiety and to make me feel better, that wasn’t my true motivation. I was motivated by idolatry. Any motive or desire left unchecked, whether godly or vain, can become an idol--something more important than loving and obeying God.
Though I am only a few weeks into my supervised counseling for ACBC, I have already learned one major lesson on counseling and discipleship: It is not for the prideful heart. Discipleship and counseling require humility—a humility that we are not capable of on our own. When we are teaching and guiding others, we need humility that only comes from being submissive servants of Christ.
Of all the Holidays, Christmas may present the best opportunity to be anxious. Frantically running from store-to-store (or clicking through online store to online store) to buy last-minute gifts you forgot about, throwing together colourful sweets for all the friend and family get-togethers, frequently checking your online banking to see how the budget is holding up, dinners with the not-so-friendly family members, stepping onto the bathroom scale each day to see if you have added any pounds from the Christmas treats, and wondering if anyone will like the gifts you bought. But what if this year, we silenced our fears? What if we chose to set our minds on something greater this Christmas than these worries and chose to meditate on the joy that has come to the world? As we do, let’s begin in a place maybeyou didn’t think of this Christmas—Philippians 2:1-11.
Momma, are you afraid that you don’t have it “together enough” to be a mom? Do you already feel like a failure when you see the put-together moms around you? Do you look at their perfectly still children sitting in the pews and feel like giving up? Aside from my fears of throwing up, I have many other reasons to feel like a failure compared to my fellow mom friends. But God is giving me a new hope in him, and teaching me to stop looking around at others and start looking at him.
In the universal church and the local church we are going to come across fellow believers that we clash with. People will annoy us, hurt us, and make us angry. It’s part of living in a sinful world. Thankfully we know that one day in Heaven we will not be faced with such conflict because we will all be finally free from sin. But what do we do in the meantime? We are called to not only love some of our fellow brothers and sisters, but to love each and every one.
I am a woman saved by the grace of God, a wife, a mother, a writer, and a biblical counselor in training. My desire is to teach women like you to turn to God’s Word in the midst of your daily life and suffering to find the answers you need. I want to show you how to love God with your mind and heart, just as Christ has taught me.
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