Stepping out of my world

Stepping Out of My World

I leave my house looking all nice and clean,
Proud of the things I’ve built and become—
My little car, my cozy home,
A heart that knows a little love,
A soul that whispers, peace is mine.

But then I step outside…
Faces blur past me, shadows of memories.
I remember—people haven’t always been kind.
Pain stirs, anxiety grips,
Thoughts crash like waves too heavy to hold.
I run to the washroom,
Too shy, too unsure, too afraid to speak.

I whisper to Jesus, what’s wrong with me?
Why do I leave confident, yet crumble in a crowd?
Why does my mind twist and turn,
Filling the silence with voices that aren’t even mine?
Why can’t I just be free?

And then—His voice, steady and kind:

“Breathe, my child. I am here.
You are drowning in things you were never meant to carry.
What you call anxiety is simply stepping outside your world.
You cannot control their thoughts—only your own.
So stay where I placed you.
Move in peace, not in fear.
You are already enough.
Already loved.
Already chosen.”

I step out, holding His words like armor.
I whisper to myself, over and over:
“Focus on your own world. Do your best. That is enough.”
So when anxiety comes, preaching her lies,
Saying, “You’re not enough. They think less of you.”
I smile and shake my head—I don’t care.
Because I know the truth.

The Word of God says:
“Make it your mission to lead a quiet life.”
And that is what I choose to do.