Overthinking(Part 2): A Journey of Inner Healing and Faith
As I walked through this season of restoration, I began writing a spiritual reminder to myself—something to guide my thoughts and reset my perspective each day. I called it:
G.I.R.L.
(God. Immerse. Renew. Let go.)
Not to make myself smaller, but to become childlike again—safe in the presence of my Heavenly Father. In the noise of motherhood, I had lost the simple identity of being God’s beloved daughter. And in that role—as His girl—I began to heal.
G — God guides me
Before I was a mother, I was a daughter—His daughter. That truth hasn’t changed.
Even in my weakness, I can come to Him freely, not as someone who must hold it all together, but as someone wholly seen and deeply loved. God heals the wounded places within—the part of me that still longs to be held, understood, and protected. He silences the lies that say I’m not enough, and reminds me that I am defined not by my performance, but by His promises. “Let the One who created you be the One who defines you.”
I — Immerse in His truth
Overthinking loves to spiral in silence. The more I resist the thoughts, the louder they return. But truth disarms them.
“Fix your thoughts on what is true, honorable, right…”. “Worship, not worry.”
When I saturate my mind with His Word, I give my soul something solid to stand on. God’s truth doesn’t just comfort me—it confronts the lies I’ve believed and rewrites the script in my head. I’m not aiming for perfection. I’m learning to live gracefully flawed. And every time I rise from the pit of discouragement, I carry with me a trophy of grace—a reminder that mercy always meets me where I am.
R — Renew my mind through the Holy Spirit
Overthinking is often fear in disguise—False Evidence Appearing Real (F.E.A.R.). My imagination can be both my gift and my greatest battlefield. But the Holy Spirit gently untangles fear from truth and draws me back into the peace only God can provide. Renewal isn’t just about thinking positively—it’s about spiritual transformation. As I surrender my thoughts, I am re-formed from the inside out.
L — Let Jesus be my focus
When life gets chaotic, when the to-do lists pile up and I forget who I am, I return to this: “Pray, not panic.” Jesus is my anchor when the winds of anxiety blow. His peace is not the absence of noise, but the presence of clarity. When I fix my eyes on Him, I remember who I am—and whose I am.
Final Thoughts: You’re Not Alone
This is where I am now—a woman learning to rest, trust, and walk again.
If you’ve found yourself here, it’s not by accident.
You’re seeking. You’re still standing. That matters.
May you be reminded that you are not just a caretaker—you are a daughter of Him. Let yourself lean fully into His love, and rise steady in the strength He provides. Overthinking doesn’t have the final word. Grace does.