Last week I started getting panic attacks again.
An all out black fear that wouldn’t let me breathe.
It tried to convince me God doesn’t exist.
And I was choking on that lie, that misguided belief.
Before Jesus, I pretty much ascribed to the theory that my mind was dented sometime during the manufacturing process and all of my thoughts were simply the result of an imperfect production process.
I think differently now.
Sometimes I’ll be thinking something and it’s woven into something darker and larger than myself which facilitates such a deep fear that I know didn’t do this all on my own.
I’m not that talented.
I know I had help.
The god of this age has blinded the minds of unbelievers, so that they cannot see the light of the gospel that displays the glory of Christ, who is the image of God.” (2 Corinthians 4:4)
And I think sometimes Satan still roams, preys on those whose eyes are finally open and now live with the deepest faith.
On the intuitive ones who have known him for the longest time.
I mean, wouldn’t you want back what you were once convinced was yours to keep?
How easy to take a mind, to snatch at what God has created and render it fruitless.
But how easy to know and love a God who’s never really let it go in the first place.