Anxiety is an odd thing. It's often like the turn key to the door of sin. It casts doubt on God's goodness...replaces certainty with skepticism...leads us to do things better left undone... to say things better left unsaid.
The devil must love the dead weight of anxiety we've hoisted like a sack of quikrete...a conduit for his conniving...momentum for his maniacal methods and diabolical deeds. There is a remedy for all of this...
Lay it down