Category Archives: Anxiety

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For a Christian, is anxiety a sin?

Hi friends, it’s been almost a year since I’ve posted, and I’ve missed you.  Seminary is keeping me busy and there’s not been much time to write.  But, since I have a lot of new subscribers, I wanted to send something out to welcome them!   

It had been a horrible week. I was finishing up one of my seminary classes that had required mounds and mounds of work. My anxiety level was through the roof. Sadly, just to function like a normal adult, I had to take a lot of medication. Otherwise, my heart would just race and race, which feels horrible. The medication calmed my heart so that I could feel normal and function like I used to.

During this week of overwhelming schoolwork, I fought anxiety tooth and nail. I battled it during breakfast. I prayed while I took a walk. I practiced mindful meditation in the bed. But still, anxiety had kicked my butt and I was exhausted. I was weary of the daily, even hourly, fight to live like God created my body to function.

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Overcoming my fear of flying to go to Costa Rica

Hello friends!  And welcome to all of our new subscribers!  I’m so thankful you have joined this journey with us.  My January was a blur of busy-ness.  How about yours?  I’m starting to see the “light at the end of the tunnel”…well, until I say “yes” to something else!

I wanted to write and share with you about my mission trip to Costa Rica in late January.  If you follow me on Facebook or YouTube (Lisa Morgan Moore) then you know that before this trip, I was afraid to fly.  I had not been on a plane in almost 20 years.  Being afraid to fly is quite a hurdle for someone who is endeavoring to become a professional speaker!  I’ve know for a long time that I needed to overcome my fear of flying.  And in my mind the only way to conquer a fear was to face it down and “just do it.”

God’s grace met me right at the point of my fear.  I worked with my therapist for weeks, talking about the flight, how to handle anxiety, and what things would help me stay calm in the airport and on the plane.  I had snacks, chocolate, a blanket, a stuffed animal, my favorite necklace and on all my flights, I sat next to “Miss Addie,” who’s the “Mama” to everyone in our church.  She held my hand and I put my head on her shoulder during takeoff!  I was so proud of myself – while medication was in my “tool box” of things to help me get on the plane, I did not need it.  Courage got me on that plane.  I did it afraid.

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You’re not a failure if you admit that you need help

For months, the Zoloft prescription sat on my desk gathering dust. I didn’t need it. I stubbornly thought I could beat my anxiety disorder without it. I didn’t want to break down and have to go on medication. Month after month I valiantly battled anxiety. I read books, talked to friends, prayed, binged on worship, and refused the help my doctor had offered.

Finally, declaring defeat. I broke down. I filled the prescription.

I need help

Me, during a debilitating anxiety attack

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Can God really use you if you are struggling?

There is something new in my life.  In addition to seminary.  In addition to traveling and speaking.  In addition to the five pounds I’ve gained in 2019.  I’ve applied to become a member of the Apostolic Network of Global Awakening.  You know what?  I didn’t know this, but officially, I am an “itinerant minster.” (I can never spell that word)  What that means is that I travel and speak.  As such, I’ve applied to join a network of other “itinerant ministers,”  missionaries, and churches so that I can be trained, supported, and be connected to others doing what I am doing.

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3 Powerful breakthroughs I experienced in 2018

As the final days of 2018 draw near, it’s a good time to reflect on the days that have gone by. How do you evaluate a year? How do you determine if it was a good year or a bad one? I’m still imperfect, I’m still weak, and I am still a sin-prone human. But I’m not the same person I was 365 days ago.  The God of amazing breakthroughs has changed me in tangible ways this year.

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Florence musings….There is a mountain behind that cloud

Its 7:30 in the morning. I am doing what I love to do when out of town…I am enjoying my coffee and a beautiful view of nature. Our family is staying with my mom and stepdad in West Jefferson, NC. They live in a two story condominium in a on a lovely golf course in the mountains.  My family of four and our day are occupying their basement.

Life is idyllic here in this moment, but let me share with you the unhappy circumstances that brought us here. We live in Wilmington, NC, which seems to be a magnet for hurricanes. I don’t understand the meteorology behind it, but suffice it to say, when Brian and I hunted for apartments there in 1996, the city was preparing for a hurricane. That should have alerted us to what would come.

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God will use your weakness to help others

People have always loved to tease me. Maybe its because I’m 4’10” and I’ve always been a bit gullible. When I was a child, my brother teased me by telling me that I was adopted. Anyone who looked at my petite shape and my mother’s (and my grandmother’s) would know that wasn’t true, but they had me going. And sometimes I played along as the dumb blond, making it all the more fun.

My brother took advantage of my gullibility by giving me some advice as well.  When I was little, I thought my nose was big.  Being a helpful older brother, he told me that if I did “nose exercises” by wiggling my nose back and forth, my nose would “lose weight” and be smaller.  I faithfully exercised my  nose but there was no change.  Thanks, bro!

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My son survived but the trauma changed me

This is a guest post by my friend and fellow speaker and blogger Christina Custodio.  When she first told me the story of her son’s brain hemorrhage, surgery, survival, and recovery journey, all I could say was, “Wow.”  Then, when I saw her share her own personal journey on her blog, again, all I could say was, “Wow.”  And I wanted you to hear her story, too.  So please welcome Christina as she guest post’s on CelebratingWeakness.com…

Recently, I joined a club I never had any desire to be a member of. It’s not like I ever looked down on people who were already members…. It’s just that I didn’t think I was like them….

About two and a half years ago, my son almost died.   On September 8, 2015, I got a call from one of the trainers at the middle school during football practice telling me that Isaiah got a bad headache and needed to be picked up. When I got there he was sick and incoherent. I took him to the emergency room where we eventually found out that he had had intracranial hemorrhaging (Later to be diagnosed as a ruptured arterio vascular malformation or AVM).

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I’m no longer afraid of the Ravenel Bridge

I’ve always been afraid of being trapped in a car under water. I’m not sure when I developed this phobia, but it probably began when I was a little girl going on adventures with my dad, brother, and uncles. We were driving out in the country in Anson County, NC.  Deep in the woods, we began driving driving over a swamp.  But we weren’t driving on a DOT-constructed bridge, we were on a man-made, rickety one lane bridge that looked like it was simply some  2×4’s nailed together. I was beyond scared.

I was terrified.

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Do you ever wonder if God is ashamed of you?

“Abba, I belong to you.”
“Abba, I belong to you.”

The words of the song filled my ears as the music drifted up to the rafters of the church building.  I added my voice to the others but my heart just wasn’t in it.  My mind began to wander as I contemplated the fact that I belong to God.

That weekend I had been struggling with panic attacks and it had been hard just to function. As I looked around my church and saw all the “normal” people who didn’t struggle with anxiety, I felt sure that God was really proud of them but not so much of me. I was broken, faithless, and medicated, and they were strong, full of faith, and depending on God rather than pharmaceuticals to function.

I felt ashamed and I was certain that God was ashamed of me, too.

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