Anxiety Attack

I could see the results of the accident as I drove closer. A large black dog lay on the edge of the pavement, not moving. To his credit, the driver had stopped his vehicle but he hadn’t yet got out of his car to examine the poor beast.

My mind whirled. Probably the driver feared animals. He was afraid to get out. Maybe the poor critter wasn’t dead but wounded. Oh boy. In pain and anxiety, it would likely attack anyone trying to help it. Oh, no; it would likely have to be me. That driver wouldn’t want blood all over his new car. Mine was older and bigger. Would I be up to the challenge? If the dog bites me, I’ll have to get rabies shots. I have a bad back. What if I put it out when I lift the dog? That means more trips to the chiropractor. Oh no. And who will have to pay the vet bills?

I slowed down; anxious to help in anyway I could, no matter the consequences. That’s when I discovered that the large black dog was really a lump of dirt and the driver only stopped to use his cell phone.

Oh.

I’m not alone in this folly, am I?

I didn’t think so.

Proverbs 15:15 -All the days of the desponding and afflicted are made evil [by anxious thoughts and forebodings], but he who has a glad heart has a continual feast [regardless of circumstances] (AMP).

Prayer: Lord, help us keep our minds in the sensible and wise place of gladness and not waste it on foolish thinking, or idle thoughts. For Christ’s Sake. Amen.