There are birds at the feeders, chickadees.

What is the answer to much anxiousness?

They flit nervous.

Oh, yeah — do I get that.

I watch the light out in the trees, the way it falls across the walls.

Across the calendar and these mushrooming to-do lists and yeah, go ahead, try to remember to breathe.

John Calvin and I both remember the year we were four.

The year I was four, my sister was crushed under the wheels of a truck in our driveway. That’s my first memory, the day wee Aimee was killed.

Fear’s have formed me.

John Calvin’s mother died the year he was four.

“A song of thanks steadies everything.”

Scholar and historian, William J Bouwsma describes Calvin as “a singularly anxious man.”

Oh, yeah —  you and me both, good sir. 

Calvin buried all three babies he and his wife ever held.

He said he found in the Psalms, “all the griefs, sorrows, fears, doubts, hopes, cares, perplexities, in short all the distracting emotions with which the minds of men are wont to be agitated.”

The man understood fear.

Clouds have skirted in heavy from the west. The walls in the kitchen fall grey and silent.

Joshua’s playing it quietly, up and down the piano this morning, the notes of the Music Box Dancer.

A friend laid out in great detail this weekend how the economy is about to implode. Chronic illness flares. Teenagers ask big questions. I keep smoothing out calendar pages, pushing things back. Oh, c’mon— How do you remember how to dance?

“Anxiety can wear anger’s mask.”

You’ve gotta, right? You’ve gotta dance a bit, laugh loud longer than a bit, throw back your head and feel alive and it doesn’t matter a hill of beans if there are bills stacked like mountain of impossible, you gotta live right through to the end or your invite the end to come now.

So yeah — maybe that’s the Billboard Neon Question for a whole new year rolling itself right out:

What is the answer to anxiety?

Joshua’s playing so sure, the house lilting, tilting with happiness.

And that’s what Mr. Calvin wrote,

The stability of the world depends on the rejoicing in God’s works….
If on earth, such praise of God does not come to pass… then the whole order of nature will be thrown into confusion…”

Our worlds reel unless we rejoice.

A song of thanks steadies everything.

A song of thanks steadies everything.

So there’s your Billboard Neon Answer:

The answer to much anxiousness is the adoration of Christ.

Yeah, so there are piano lessons today and already a little brother’s in a mess of tears because some big brother’s rattled his jangling chain, and oh yeah, we’ve got some sisters arguing loud over who’s turn it is to make the bed (for the love!) and I’ve snapped exasperated, ugly, at a whining middle kid who doesn’t want to stomp through snow and cold just to get a bunch of eggs from the hen house for crying out loud! (literally!)

You  better believe it: 

Anxiety can wear anger’s mask.

Fear of failing, of falling, of falling behind, it can make us fierce. Oh, yes’m: Life can be messy before nine in the morning.

Anxiety can wear anger’s mask.

Joshua’s tripping on some notes now.

The thermometer out on the tree, its mercury is sluggish and heavy. So yeah — how do you breathe and dance?

“We are cold when it comes to rejoicing in God!” wrote Calvin.
“Hence, we need to exercise ourselves in it and employ all our senses in it– our feet, our hands, our arms and all the rest – 
that they all might serve in the worship of God and so magnify Him.”

Okay, got it: 

When exasperation mounts, exercise our song, employ all our senses.

I use my hand, pick up the pen, employ the senses to the see and magnify God in that little dog-eared gratitude journal.

~ The spruce in wind.
~ Comforting worn kids early.
~  Joshua playing the Music Box dancer.
~ Ps 131 words: “Surely I have composed and quieted my soul, like a weaned child on his mother”
~  Citrus scent of grapefruit on the breakfast table 
~  Chickadees fluffed in the wind. 

“The answer to much anxiousness is the adoration of Christ.”

Exhale.

I’m warmed. Joshua’s practicing the chorus. Exercise. Employ. Exalt.

The answer to much anxiousness is always to exalt Christ.

The chickadees scuttle at the feeder and fly, warmth on the wing. I watch from the window. There is wonder. It’s ridiculous and beautiful how that happens: Everything absorbs into thanksgiving.

Calvin said that, “If we compare a hawk with the residue of the whole world, it is nothing. And yet if so small a portion of God’s work ought to ravish us and amaze us, what ought all His works do when we come to the full numbering of them?”

Uh, wait— Did Calvin number too?

My pen’s laying like there like a dare to joy, right there on the counter.

Joshua’s playing it imperfect but loud and lovely, the Music Box Dancer finding all the right notes, exercising exaltation.

And yeah, you can go ahead and ask — but I don’t think anyone saw me in the kitchen this morning?

How I spun around and danced a bit like a fool, exercising “feet and hands and arms and all the rest,” employing all the senses and smiling happiness anyways?

It can happen — I felt it —

how unceasing thanks can make all these moments dance brave and unafraid.


The answer to anxiety is the adoration of Christ… and my story of just that: One Thousand Gifts 
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