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What I’ve realized is that in the book of Psalms, David went to the Most High about everything that was happening in his life. Anything he dealt with, he brought before Him and pleaded his cause. David constantly sought the Most High—not only about his feelings, but also his worries, his enemies, his future, on behalf of others, and even concerning his own sins and trespasses. He stayed in prayer. He stayed connected. And while in distress, David never failed to give Yahuah praise and made it his business to remind himself—and us—of who Yahuah is despite his circumstances. When I think about that, I realize David seemed to understand something I didn’t always understand. David knew he could go to Yahuah about everything. His fears. His pain. His questions. His victories. His failures. And maybe because of that closeness and intimacy, he had faith that Yahuah would come through for him despite what he was enduring. Does this sound like you? I’m not going to lie—a lot in my ...

The Martha State I’d be lying if I said I’m not a bit of a worrier. But I’d also be lying if I said my worrying hasn’t calmed down—a great deal. “Overjoyed” would be an understatement. I’m not in that place mentally anymore… but I’m also not quite where I want to be. I can remember when it all started. It felt like worry came out of nowhere—like it chose me. Like it saw me, came down, scooped me up, and attached itself to me without permission. And back then, my question was always why . Why me? Why now? Why won’t it stop? But I’ve learned something since then… Why never took the worry away. Back then, almost anything could disrupt my so-called peace. The smallest thought could send me into a whirlwind—overthinking, overanalyzing, overwhelmed. And the more I tried to understand why it was happening, the worse it got. Because focusing on the “why” only fed the worry. It didn’t free me from it. So somewhere in the middle of all that mental noise, I came across something t...