Anxiety says you’re alone. What if that’s a lie? Racing thoughts at 2 a.m. feel like they’ll never quiet down. Ash Wiseman knows that spiral well — she wrote “I Know a Man” while wrestling with anxiety, that sense of carrying “the weight of the world” with nowhere to set it down. The song opens with exhaustion: “Stuck in my head, spinning round like a ceiling fan.” Sound familiar? Most of us have lain awake at night, losing sleep to what the song calls “anxious pace.” But the song doesn’t stay there. It turns, and asks a better question: “I wonder where my help comes from.” That question echoes Psalm 23, written by a shepherd-king who understood the real trouble we face. David wasn’t writing from a mountaintop. He wrote from his valleys, facing real danger, and still he declared, “The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want. He makes me lie down in green pastures. He leads me beside still waters. He restores my soul” (Psalm 23:1–3, ESV). Notice what restored David’s soul. Not a fixed ...