I believe I understand your point entirely.
You think you understand anxiety enough to describe it as fear.
Considering that there are many types of anxiety, I would say you must be an expert on the subject.
I think it would be good for you to tell us how you once faced fear and thought of it as having a terrible ending and how you overcame it.
And if you've told us before, then tell us again.
I think real Anxiety is classified as a mental illness. Anxiety comes from the feeling of loss of control. A person in a crowded room for example may see all the people moving, talking, they start to blend together, then a constant sound, to much sensory input, what are others thinking about you, are they talking about you. The heart starts to race, you sweat, now your focused on your loud heart beat, feeling light headed. The biggest fear of panic attacks is not knowing when the next one is coming, but Anxiety is normally tied to phobia's, such as being self conscience, having to have things perfect, Worry about things that don't make sense, and most likely won't happen. Worry about things that do make sense, what can go wrong, will go wrong (Horrible saying) Anxiety is a byproduct of the root of something else. The end result though is feeling out of control, and fear, even if it's just a plain panic attack for no reason.
So, fear, is fear, is fear, and any type or form of fear, all rooted in the fear of death is not good.
Most recent experience where fear attempted to get a hold of me, and what I did.
Missing Daughter
Wife's friend came over with her 8 year old daughter, and my 8 year old daughter was playing with her in the back bedroom. Us "Grown Ups" were in the living room just talking. The girls had been quite for awhile, so my wife goes check to check on them, and they are gone. The screen was taken out of the window.
So, we all go outside and start calling their names, but no answer and not trace of them. The wife and her friend jump in the car to drive down the street (Which there are only two, since we live out of town) and I went looking around by the woods and apartment buildings.
Thoughts that came:
Some sick person grabbed them that lived in one of these apartment buildings.
Someone grabbed them and drove off with them.
They might have tried to go in the woods, and got lost, or hurt.
I might not see my daughter again.
What if my daughter was grabbed and she is calling for my help.
All these thoughts come flooding in as I am calling for the girls. However, not my first rodeo messing with the devil. When my wife and friend got back, they told me they did not see them anywhere, and drove all over. They took off again to look one more time.
Now, I was done with the whole thing, I told the devil I am done looking, I am going inside because God knows where my daughter is at. She has an angel nobody is going to get through anyway, and I am not doing a thing, until I hear the Lord on this matter.
So, I just went and asked the Lord on what to do, and I am not doing a thing until I hear. Any fear, or panic will stop your ability to hear the Holy Spirit, it will stop any ability of God, because fear and panic is not trusting God, it's trusting in the devil to accomplish what he would like to do in your life.
As soon as I got quite, the Lord spoke to me. He said, "
I have sent someone to stop the girls, now call the police."
Now I have peace, I know what to do, and it's fixed already. My wife and her friend pull up again, they said no sign of the girls, I said, "
The Lord has sent someone to stop them, call the police."
So, they called the Branson Police, and the dispatcher told my wife's friend she has someone that she just hung up with who is holding two little girls near the Highway, and she is waiting on a officer. She gave us where they were at, so the wife and her friend left to meet the officer and person who had stopped the girls.
My wife and friend find the car on the side of the road, it was another mother with her kids who stopped when she saw my daughter and her friend walking, way out along the highway. They picked up our kids, and brought them home and the police had a good talking with my daughter and her friend. The plan was to walk to my daughters friends house, which would have taken them all day, and my daughters friend does not even know how to get to her house, but at 8 years old, it sounded like a great plan.
So, it's been a very long time since I had to deal with fear. I am not moved by much, but the devil found a button to press called my daughter. Despite How I felt, I know spiritual laws, and had to just follow the Word, get in peace, refuse to act on how I felt inside, and get direction. I am not going to let the devil see me sweat or worry.
Blessings.
Mike.
