There are some new friends of The Littlest Way around here and I’d like to say “Welcome!” and try to answer some of your questions, one of the most common revolves around me and how I started reading the Bible and my sharing of Bible quotes. I’ll use this post to share my story with Bible quotes, how we “met”, how they saved my life–along with other things, but they for sure played one of the largest roles. I want to share how when I wander too far away from my Bible, I start to feel upset, unsettled, and get really nervous. And how I have to keep using them, even now, because the enemy is prowling about, just waiting.
Can we just please say a little prayer first? This is hard and I’m feeling a little emotional and vulnerable.
I’m not sure of the dates but I do remember the final trigger, the last straw, and any other metaphor you know and want to toss in. Chris and I had stayed up late watching a movie. Now, I already had to be careful about what I watched; the slightest thing like a character dying of some disease could set my mind off on some wild “What if” tangent.
The movie we stayed up late to watch that night was a Jamie Foxx movie where he plays the Cello or some big stringed instrument; I don’t remember the name of nor do I even care to Google it. I don’t know what happened that night, but something switched on in my head and I had to stop watching the movie abruptly!
I felt like I couldn’t breathe, my heart was going to burst and my head explode while I ran around like a madwoman. I’m still not entirely sure what exactly happened–was it a certain scene that triggered something? Was there something that would cause an anxiety attack? What? I can tell you without a doubt I was full-on attacked by the enemy that night.
In the past, I had struggled with some depression, some anxiety, some fear–well, lots of fear. But somehow managed to “keep on keepin’ on” through it. It would flare-up, die back down to a simmer, flare-up, die down…It presented itself as fear of Ebola, a heart attack, and whatever the latest health report I had seen on television or read in a magazine. If I saw it, heard it, or read it, I worried I would get it!
But this time, this night with this movie, “it” went straight for my mind–maybe it was the influence of the movie, maybe the enemy just got tired of dancing around and went for a head-on attack? I remember one time after this night, very clearly while trying to discern what in the what was going on, right in the thick of the storm, and in the middle of an anxiety attack, I shook my head realizing, it had always been my mind. It always been my mind, just cloaked in fear of some phantom physical ailment.
I went to bed that night after walking away from the movie shaking from an anxiety attack; I was afraid I was going to lose my mind. I was afraid I was going to lose control of myself. I was afraid I was going to lose my sense of reason and right and wrong. I cannot even tell you how afraid I was.
I was so scared I was literally sick to my stomach. That fear had me at the jugular and was.not.letting.go…at least not without a serious fight! A fight that at times felt like to the death. Come to think of it, there was a sort of death that needed to happen.
Listen, I prayed, I cried, I read, I researched what could be wrong with me. I prayed, sought assurance, cried, worried, had anxiety attack after awful anxiety attack, sought reassurance…and I mean on and on…can you imagine how I must have worn my husband Chris out? Or my sister or my soul sister? And I didn’t even talk to the sisters too much about it because I was afraid of what they would think or do.
The days and nights were long as I clutched my rosary, gripped a crucifix, held on to the edge of my bed, paced, got on my knees, scrubbed the tile in my shower, walked, cried, worried, fretted, clung to Chris as my lifeline and was scared of my own shadow. My heart raced, my head felt like it was going to explode, my body ached, my head ached, my heart hurt, my eyes stung, my stomach was upset. I literally felt like I wanted to rip my skin and crawl out of it.
Every bad thing I had ever heard, seen, read about, or done consumed me. Imagine thinking of a scary story you’ve heard or read about–the ones that immediately make you say to yourself or out loud, “I could never!” But during this time and under this attack being afraid you could or would…
Short break–I have to believe this is reaching someone because I cannot imagine any other reason why I was led to share this junk. If this is for you–I am praying for you because Oh My Gracious–I know. I do not even like looking back at this time. I have an older post in Bible quotes About the Devil where I mention an old saying that if you’re looking at the devil, he’s looking at you? Yeah that…
Physically during this time, I checked out fine by any and all doctors I saw. So if I was fine physically, then it was mental, emotional, or spiritual. I started researching even more on the internet, scared of even Googling half of this stuff because:
A)I was afraid of what I might read
B)I was afraid if anyone ever searched my Google history they would think…who even knows what they would have thought?!??!
Late one night, I read about Cognitive Behavior Therapy and determined that’s what I needed! Another online search pulled up two local counselors who CBT as one of their services. The first one I called either couldn’t get me in or no longer accepted my insurance or something, so I called the second; a Providential twist.
At my first appointment, I timidly told him what had been going on. A couple of appointments after that I laid.it.all.out. Everything…every scary thought, fear, concern, “What if’s” and “Please God no!” I was more scared of myself than what he would think of me at that point.
Learning About Bible Quotes
I’m not sure if it was the first appointment or not, but he started asking me about my “weapons.” I had no idea what he was talking about…none. He started quoting Scriptures and asking me questions about Bible quotes. I pretty much still had no idea what he was talking about. I mean I had read my Bible some, but “used” it, knew it, could quote from it, or tried to memorize it…nope.
He started talking to me about praise music, gratitude lists, and memorizing Scripture. And you know what, I was barely hanging on and holding it together at that point…for honest to goodness real. He literally was my last hope so I listened and did what he said.
Let me give you an example of how bad I was. One of the Bible quotes he encouraged me to use as a weapon was, “I have the mind of Christ.” Friends, I was afraid to even say that verse because I thought, “What if I start thinking I’m Jesus since I have His mind?!?” You hear of crazy people on the news who do crazy things because they think they’re God or Jesus or something crazy like that! I know…I know…
Although I wasn’t sure what was going on and if the counselor could even help me, but I knew even more, I couldn’t stay where I was. So I did what he said, I read my Bible, I wrote out verses to put near my kitchen sink, on my bathroom mirror, in my purse, etc. I started listening to praise and worship music; I listened to Kari Jobe and Third Day.
I read three books aside from my Bible that had a huge and lasting impact on my mind: The 4:8 Principle, Searching for and Maintaining Peace: A Small Treatise on Peace of Heart and Battlefield of the Mind. I started taking pictures. (The Year I Needed a Hobby) I cleaned my old tiled shower a lot.
I didn’t run away from these attacks, but I didn’t stop to check them out either. When they would begin, I would start quoting Scripture to myself, I would get on my treadmill and listen to praise music while I walked, I cleaned my shower, grabbed my camera and took a walk with the kids–anything to move my myself forward.
I also took on the focused attitude that if something or someone couldn’t help me, then they could possibly hurt me. This might sound selfish, but it was and still is self-preservation.
Let me explain that last one. If listening to a certain song didn’t make me feel positive, inspired, loved, hopeful– I wouldn’t listen to it. Same for watching something on television–you can imagine how much television I watched/watch. This intention included being around people. If a person complained, gossiped, talked about scary things, or was just plain ‘ol negative, I couldn’t (still can’t) be around them; I absorb them if that makes sense. It’s similar to sitting a recovering alcoholic belly up to the bar.
I continued to work closely with my counselor. I also sought spiritual direction with a holy priest who made me laugh. This death grip of fear, worry, and anxiety, took all my joy. He knew I needed things to laugh at so we laughed at bad ’80’s music and mullets, these sprinkled into spiritual direction. He counseled me constantly on how much God loves me…everything we talked about would circle back around to this fact. All of the above was a definite process and it took a couple of years until I felt like I could actually breathe.
I still struggle occasionally if I don’t take care of myself. If I make one too many clicks around the internet, watch something I shouldn’t, listen to something I shouldn’t, or spend too much time with certain people. I am especially sensitive to anything that has to do with mental illness–that is probably one of my biggest triggers along with sugar and lack of sleep.
Whew! That was a lot to write out and probably a lot to take in as you read. Let me tell you something. This post sat in a draft for a couple of days. It took me a couple of days to write. Then I wanted Chris’ approval before I published it.
The day I originally hit “publish” on this post a few years ago, my computer was D.E.A.D. The computer repairman told me hard drive health is rated 0-100% and my computer rated 0%. He was able to get it into some type of recovery mode so we could transfer files off of it. He wasn’t sure how long that mode would even work. As I was rushing out the door to take him my external hard drive, I dropped it on the floor and it broke!
What in the world you all!?!! Thankfully it still worked long enough to transfer files, although in a compromised state.
I remember talking to Chris several times throughout that day, “Maybe I’m not supposed to write anymore, I’ve been questioning that…maybe I’m not supposed to blog, I’ve been praying for some discernment…maybe I’m not supposed to post what I’ve written about me and Bible quotes…”
That day a few years ago, Chris responded to all my doubts by giving me cash to go buy a new computer that night. So way back then and now today in the repost, this post is brought to you by Chris.
Have you checked out my Bible Journaling Tips, Inspiration and Permission book? Oh, please do! I know you’ll love this valuable resource of “Why and How” to start Bible Journaling, plus a yearly reading plan, a pretty printable and more! I also have a resource library full of all sorts of free Bible Journaling Printables and Bible Study Journal Templates for you to use.
Bible Quotes Resources
My large print Bible
(This is my go-to Bible. It’s a large print and just feels nice in my hands.)
Ignatius Catholic Study Bible: New Testament
(I use this Bible when I’m looking for some more information about the text.)
The Catholic Bible Concordance for the Revised Standard Version
(You want to know where a word is in the Bible? This is the book for you!)
The Great Commentary of Cornelius A’ Lapide
(I use this commentary for more information as well.)
A Practical Commentary On Holy Scripture
(I like this commentary because it also has reflections and applications.)
Books That Helped Me Mentally/Spiritually