The cries of battle

It slithers its way into your mind like an unwelcome guest. Quietly at first then louder and stealthier then before. Wrapping itself tighter and tighter around your chest pulling you further away from the Truth. Without warning you feel like you are gasping for air, clutching at what little you can hang on to. Your world starts to spin and you feel like every small obstacle is bigger then the last. Every thing yet to come amplifies itself as a worry and you aren't even there yet. Your eyes cry out for sleep yet your mind won't give in. Pulling further and further into the cycle. What is it?
Anxiety.
Stress.
Anxiety attacks that pull you away from trusting the One who can keep you from them. That wrap their power around you in your weak moment and pull you under. Leaving you gasping for breath. You start to lose sight of the safety of the Fathers arms. All of a sudden it is like you are alone and lost all at once.
The grip that is hard to pull yourself out of. The grasp that keeps getting stronger with each moment that you let a thought of fear enter your mind.
Then comes the One that can pry those cold fingers from their grasp and hold you tight. Prayer is the only answer. Although you aren't getting the answers that you want and seeing the results that you want to see He is there. Getting you through each struggle baby step by baby step.
A voice that is not your own is lifting you to God. You feel too weak and unsure of which direction to go in. So your arms are lifted by someone who can carry that burden. Lighten that yoke. For His yoke is light. In your weakness He is strong. You feel the strength take place of the fear. No matter how slight at the moment you know that the strength will wipe it all away. The Burden Carrier lifts you onto His shoulders. Into His arms and cries with you. Holds you close. You shake due to the fear. When will those cold, dark, slithering hands work their way back into your heart? Clinging to the Fathers love you know that is the only thing that will get you through and you hold onto that for dear life.
Calmness overcomes you. You step into the light in the midst of the storm and you believe that it will pass. That this too will end. He will give you what you need when you need it. Feeling the battle rage within you, you have the faith deep down in your heart for the One who will pull you back to His shore. When you feel so lost and alone you just look and you can see the hand that is strong enough to hold you up when you feel weighed down by the world. The hand that pulls you to your feet to keep the battle going. The hand that places your armor back on. Bruised and worn armor but none the less the thing that will protect you when those arrows and fears try to take hold again.
Reaching to the only one who can keep you safe you cry out. Knowing that this too will end. Not sure when exactly, but in your heart you know that He has a reason for it all. The battle continues. The cries can be heard from far away.
Wait, what is that?
Hear it?
It is the cry of victory. Off in the distance amongst the sounds of the arrows bouncing off your armor and those that surround you for the fight. What a beautiful sound. The battle cries are diminished by the sweet sound of the victory song. The sweet embrace of the Love that will pull you through. Just believe in that Love. He is there. He is the safe spot in the storm. The only protector that can pull you through and hold you up. Feel the arms surround you and remember them. The Light is so much stronger then the dark. Feel it's security wrap itself around you to hold you and never let go. Even when you feel He is not there, wait for the whisper. It is beautiful. It is full of hope and promise. It is your Father. The protector of His loved ones. Of His children.