Crippling Anxiety & Nature

“I lift my eyes to the mountains- where does my help come from? My help comes from the Lord, the Maker of heaven and earth” Psalm 121:1-2.

This morning, from the moment I open my eyes, I’m faced with overwhelming anxiety. The most consuming aspect of anxiety, for me at least, seems to be trying to pinpoint its beginning. Sometimes I think to myself, if I could find out where this started at, then I could fix it. I so wish that in those moments, I could pop up on my own should to whisper in my ear, “The wounded can’t heal themselves. They need help.”

Hours later, I stand in the Blue Ridge Mountains, overlooking Whitewater Falls. Have you ever noticed how easy it is to let go of anxiety and fear when you’re in the mountains? Or sitting in the sand on the coastline or dipping your toes in the lake? There’s something innately in us that craves being close to God’s creation.

Living in a small town, my first year was entirely spent overcoming the anxiety of no longer living in a large city with neon lights and skyscrapers on every corner. Now that I’m here, I desire so deeply to be even closer to God’s earth. It’s like sampling something delicious. It melts and your mouth, and your entire focus is shifted to desiring more of that sweet goodness.

God, do not let the cloudiness of our days block us from the only light that can heal us of our troubles. You, who shaped the mountain ranges with His hands, are the same God who wants to help us through everything. No trouble is too big or too small for You who created us for something great. 


Sarah Witmer