My Giant

The water in my glass trembles as my giant marches near. It comes to me without much warning… just suddenly appears. The air becomes too thick, like trying to breathe in mud. My heart speeds up so fast… a continuous, pounding THUD! Then I know my giant is racing to catch me in his grasp. The tears begin,and that is when the dread inside’s unmasked. I can see him clearly now,the fear that always hides… and seems to only slither forth when all else is just fine. My giant has a henchman, a sneaky little guy, who tunnels like a rat, to whisper in my mind. “Your heart can't take much more! You can't catch your breath! You are going to die,my friend, or faint and make a mess.” Yes, anxiety's my giant,and even though I know, that I needn't worry, it's out of my control. I love the Lord and trust Him. There's just one little thing… Anxiety's an illness,that happens in my brain. I continue praying, asking for healing but, this isn't something I get to decide to push out of a rut. And Depression is a monster!! Not just a giant or foe… it is an illness also ,not just feeling kinda low. So be careful when judging another's giant, I have heard it said.. We don't throw stones at our friends… but at the Giants’ head!