Anxiety, I know where you come from. In this case you're actually the outward sign that something is going right. The Lord has been doing remarkable things, and life is gently beginning to move forward. So why are you here?
OK, part of the reason you're here is that I've known you for so long, you know all the unguarded nooks and crannies of my mind. You haven't been vocal in some ways recently, but you raised me from a pup, so I guess you know your way in without needing a special invitation.
But another reason you're here is that I've embarked on a new and risky voyage with the Lord. I've asked Him to take me wherever He wants, so apparently first He needed me to see that you were still hanging around, trying to own me.
Sure, you can teach me things. You can teach me that I'm focusing too much on the outcome of something that's important to me. You can teach me that I'm tired and need to clear my head. You can nudge me into the Lord's arms, to cry. You can teach me to remember that there are people out there who almost never stop being anxious, whatever they may reveal outwardly; you can remind me to listen to their stories, and to care.
The Lord still allows you to make appearances in my life, because you can be a useful tool in His hands. But your real purpose here today is to show me my need for Him. I can't undo whatever mistakes I may have made that have unintentionally invited you here. I can't make you go away by convincing you that everything will be fine. It may not be fine, or not in any way that would put you completely at ease. But whatever happens will be His. The outcome will be His, and the way He and I get there will be His. So you don't need to hang around to check on me. Thanks for your concern, but you've done your job, reminding me that I am nothing apart from Him. This in turn reminded me that He has redeemed my life -- past, present, and future -- and everything in it.
So, anxiety, crawl on back to wherever you were hiding. If the Lord Jesus ever has need of you again, we'll chat then. But He owns me, which means He owns you. So hand Him your keys on the way out the door. From now on you're only allowed in by Royal decree.