Wired For Dominion

For years, anxiety was my uninvited guest, an unwelcome specter lurking in the shadows of my mind. I mistook its whispers for the onset of illness, unaware of the insidious nature of the beast I was wrestling with.

This internal struggle was hard to ignore. Sometimes, it felt like a painful knot in my stomach that tightened with every deadline I faced. Other times, I felt a wave of sadness that weighed me down. The most confusing feeling was a restless energy that buzzed through my body, making me feel like a tightly wound spring about to snap.

Each episode was a difficult challenge, facing an unseen enemy that always had new tricks. It was a lonely struggle, as I fought against the invisible chains that tied me to a life filled with fear and uncertainty. But as I began to understand my condition better, small rays of hope started to break through the darkness.

In 2021, the fog began to lift. A severe anxiety attack terrified my family and led to a better understanding of my situation. It started as a deep ache in my shoulder. The pain slowly spread down to my feet, leaving me unable to walk as I could not support my weight.

One afternoon, while I was helping my sister at her boutique, I suddenly felt overwhelmed and collapsed. My sister hurried me to the emergency room, her eyes full of worry. Despite many tests and scans, the doctors found nothing wrong. This medical puzzle only increased my feeling of fear.

Word spread quickly in our coastal community, and people started whispering about witchcraft. But in the midst of the fear and rumors, I wanted to understand what was happening to me. I was determined to solve the mystery of my condition and find a way to escape this unseen struggle.

My husband, my knight in shining armor, rushed to help me. He took me to a neurologist to find out what was causing my pain. I didn’t know it at the time, but this was the first step toward a life-changing journey.

After running several tests and asking many questions, the doctor gave a surprising answer that caused more worry instead of relief. “Your body is perfectly healthy,” he said.

Perfectly healthy? I was dumbfounded. Wasn’t that good news? But I craved a diagnosis, a label that would explain my suffering and offer a roadmap to healing. Instead, I felt adrift in a sea of uncertainty.

Desperately, I recounted a previous episode, listing the medications that had briefly calmed the storm within. The doctor’s response was a lightning bolt of revelation: “Those are not nerves medications.”

What? The world as I knew it tilted on its axis. If not nerves, then what?

I felt confused and anxious as I left the doctor’s office. My thoughts raced. My husband, always supportive, tried to comfort me, but I shook my head. If the doctor said I was fine, then I would accept that. I would take back my power.

We walked in silence, my body weak and trembling, yet a defiant mantra echoed in my mind: “I am well. I am strong.” With each shaky step, I repeated these words, a desperate attempt to convince myself, struggling to overcome the fear that still troubled me deeply.

The details of that day – the silent walk, and the lunch we shared at Tarboush – remain a blur. My mind was wrestling with a paradox: a body screaming in agony, yet deemed perfectly healthy by medical science.

When I got home, I felt a strong urge to resist my pain. I turned on my favorite worship song and decided to dance through the storm. As the music filled the room, I danced, my body swaying and spinning, mixing my pain with hope. By the time the last notes played, something amazing happened: the pain faded, the tension eased, and I felt a wave of peace.

In that moment, I understood that healing was not just a physical process, but a spiritual one. It was a dance with the divine, a surrender to a power greater than myself. And as I stood there, bathed in the afterglow of the music, I knew that I had glimpsed a deeper truth, a truth that would guide me on my journey to wholeness.

Unfortunately, anxiety did not end there. It would keep appearing in my life, changing into new and unexpected forms.

But here’s the twist: I have learned how to recognize its tricks and hidden ways. It is no longer a quiet troublemaker, but a familiar enemy. Whenever it tries to come to my door, I face it directly, using what I know about its weaknesses and my own strength.

Each encounter becomes a showdown, a battle between fear and faith, between darkness and light. And though the struggle is far from over, I have found a newfound strength, a defiant spirit that whispers, “Not today, anxiety. Not on my watch.”

Why am I pouring my heart out, sharing the raw truth of my struggles? Because, dear reader, I’m here to shake you awake, to remind you of your birthright, your divine inheritance. This world wasn’t designed for you to merely survive,but to thrive, to conquer, to dominate.

You, my friend, are a masterpiece, a living, breathing reflection of the Almighty. You’re not meant to be a puppet of circumstance, a prisoner of fear or doubt. You’re meant to rule, to reign, to wield power over every challenge, every obstacle, every whisper of the enemy.

So, here’s your challenge, your invitation to step into your true identity:

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  Open your eyes. Look beyond what others say and the false limits they place on you. Look into the Bible and see yourself as God sees you: as a son, a ruler, and a king over the earth.
• Take back your mind. Don’t let it be a playground for the enemy. Fill it with truth, with the promises of God, with the reality of your authority in Christ.
• Embrace your God-given power. You have dominion over fear, anxiety, sickness, and lack. Step into that authority, and watch the chains that have bound you crumble at your feet.

This isn’t just about feeling good, it’s about living the life God intended for you, a life of abundance, victory, and uncontrolled joy. So, rise up, my friend, and reclaim your throne. The world is waiting for you to unleash your full potential.