For far too long, women have been held back from their hope. Anxiety has made us feel alone, and abuse has told us that the only thing we deserve to hold onto is shame. We are convinced by the voice of an enemy that our thoughts only affirm: There is no place for panic attacks at the foot of the cross and my anxiety is a direct consequence of my lack of faith; the physical, emotional, mental, sexual, and yes — even spiritual abuse of the people I’ve been told to trust and love unconditionally has knocked me down so far that even God Himself starts to look like He’s shaking His finger at me.” It’s those heavy words from an enemy that wants nothing more than to destroy us that leaves us in a valley of defeat.
Maybe you’ve been asking; Is there a way to escape anxiety’s death grip on my soul? Where do I turn to find healing from all this church hurt? Am I meant to live a life of fear and self-loathing for the sake of keeping up appearances? Is this crippled posture really all that God has for me? Will my badge always say victim of abuse or will I get to claim victory over my life?
There is no darkness Jesus can’t touch, and there is no pain we can’t come back from. We cannot and will not be defeated. We are overcomers.