By Margaret Webb, Life Model Works Board Member
As a child I grew up with inadequate secure attachment and then launched myself into an
immature, traumatized ‘adulthood’. A life filled with anxiety was inevitable. I had no idea how
to obey Phil 4:4-9. Be anxious for nothing was an impossible goal.
I remember that at some point in my long healing journey, God said that he would teach me to
live without anxiety. That sounded hopeful, but nothing changed for a long time. I knew I
couldn’t accomplish this on my own. I’d tried that. So, I waited. And was still anxious about
everything.
I needed to develop a secure attachment with Immanuel that stayed with me every day and
provided a resource for the guidance and comfort I needed. The core of my anxiety was feeling
like I had to do life alone. A child who feels profoundly alone is terrified. And deep in my heart,
I still felt alone to make life’s difficult decisions, to know what was true, to know who I was and
what I was designed to do. I would second guess myself after every interaction, dread facing
challenges and opportunities, obsess over making decisions, and dive into the Big Six emotions
without knowing how to get out. I felt like the ‘double-minded woman’, unstable in all my
ways.
Immanuel faithfully affirmed his love for me over time as I interacted with him. Once he told
me, “You’re my only Margaret” and I knew in that moment that I was uniquely cherished by
him. As my attachment grew, I began asking him for guidance whenever I felt the anxiety
spinning around in my head. When I heard from him and felt peace, I knew what to do. My
anxious inner child had a loving father she could trust and obey.
I am no longer alone to manage my life. The promise of Ps 32:8 is “I will instruct you and guide
you in the way you should go. I will counsel you with my loving eye upon you.” What relief and
joy. I can now practice being anxious for nothing because I’m securely attached to Immanuel,
the God who is with me always.
Joyfully Unofficial Elders
By Michael Sullivant Some years back my wife, Terri, and I entered what I like to call our “fourth quarter of life”. In both football