I’ve realised something about myself.

I know a lot of things.

I know I shouldn’t worry.

I know God is with me.

I know I’ll be okay.

But when I’m on the expressway…

sometimes none of that seems to matter.

The anxiety still comes.

Not as bad as before.

But it creeps in.

Especially at night.

There are moments when my chest tightens a bit…

and my thoughts start running ahead of me.

“What if something happens?”

“What if I lose control?”

And the strange part is…

I know those thoughts aren’t helpful.

But knowing doesn’t stop them.

That’s when something clicked for me.

Maybe the issue isn’t that I don’t know enough truth.

Maybe the issue is…

I don’t stay with it long enough.

📖 SCRIPTURE

“Do not fear, for I am with you.”

— Isaiah 41:10

I’ve read this before.

Many times.

But reading it once doesn’t change much in the moment.

So I tried something different.

While driving…

quietly…

“Do not fear… You are with me.”

A few minutes later…

again.

“Do not fear… You are with me.”

Not loudly.

Not dramatically.

Just… returning to it.

The anxiety didn’t disappear instantly.

But something shifted.

It felt like I wasn’t alone inside my thoughts anymore.

Like there was another voice…

steadier than mine.

I’m starting to understand this:

What I repeat…

shapes me more than what I understand.

Because the truth is…

I’ve been repeating things all along.

Just not the right things.

**Truth**

Knowing something once doesn’t change you.

What you return to… does.

**Moving Forward**

I’m not trying to fix everything.

Just one line.

Something I can come back to…

when my mind starts running.

“Do not fear… You are with me.”