Anxiety has an amazing ability to spread. Sometimes, it can be downright contagious!
Just ask our guest on today’s podcast, author and veteran counselor Sissy Goff. Because time and time again, whenever Sissy had an anxious child or teen in her office, she found they had at least one very well-intentioned but anxious parent.
GIVEAWAY ALERT: You can win the book Remaining You While Raising Them by this week’s podcast guest. Keep reading to find out how!
Raising kids who are spiritually, emotionally, and physically healthy is what every parent wants, right? But when everyone else seems to be doing it better than we are, it leaves us full of doubt and worry: “Am I doing it right?” “Is what I’ve done enough?” “Is it my fault they’re struggling?”
In comes the mom guilt, mom shame, and mom burnout, which can show up whether you’re surrounded by toddlers or teens, or are many years into sitting on an empty nest.
Why is it so hard to rest and refresh when we’re stressed? Well, today on the 4:13, author and podcaster Bonnie Gray answers that question with both scientific and Scripture-based insights into your body, mind, and soul.
As we talk about her book, Breathe: 21 Days to Stress Less and Transform Chaos to Calm, she’ll teach you what biblical mindfulness is and how it’s the key to breaking free from worry and anxiety.
We are all looking for peace, right? When it comes down to it though, what keeps us from experiencing peace is either living in the past or living for the future. We bounce back and forth between obsessing over a past we can’t change and worrying about a future we can’t control. And the result? We miss what God has for us here and now.
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“What is that on your arm?” gasped Kim, my faithful nail tech for the past ten years. “I’ve never seen it before. You need to get that looked at!”
I had no idea what Kim was talking about, so I asked.
“A mole. Feel it!” she said, as she took my free hand and dragged my finger across the top of a tiny, bumpy mass. “It’s irregular in shape. I know that isn’t good.”
I think I lived as a thief for many years. Not because I stole an occasional candy bar from the grocery store or lifted jewelry from my friends home when she wasn’t looking! No, I stole from myself. Every time I aided and abetted anxiety I robbed myself of peace, security and contentment.
Do you steal from yourself?
