When anxiety chokes the heart, attack it at the roots Like most parents of driving-age teenagers, I suffer from mild but chronic shortness of breath. I inhale when they leave the house. I exhale when they get home.
Psychologists call it anxiety.
I call it a way of life. There are other more faithful ways of life, of course. I'm reminded of that every time I hear a great sermon. Take Friday, for example. It was one of those days that started the night before.