Sometimes a person comes to me with a problem, but then we end up going in circles. I try and try to help, but over and over they push back. Why does this happen? Why can't they accept what I have to offer? My compulsion to fix the problem blinds me from seeing the person sitting in front of me, looking at me, desperate for connection. My compulsion to fix the problem causes them to react with hurt rather than gratitude, which confuses me and causes my own defensiveness. But

“If I have anxiety, doesn’t it mean I don’t have enough faith?” It always breaks my heart to hear this question. I’ve heard it in other forms, such as: “Does my doubt mean I don’t trust God?”  “How can I be a Christian and struggle with anxiety?”  “Is anxiety a sin?” Look closely, and you’ll see that each one of these questions comes from shame. Shame about anxiety. Shame about fear. Shame about doubt. Shame Traps Us Shame about emotions is one of Satan’s greatest tools in ke