I’ve tried gritting my teeth,
But ended up grinding them.
I’ve tried getting a grip,
But ended up grappling.
The bootstraps were pulled,
But snapped like suspenders.
I haven’t been anxious for nothing,
But worry about everything.
Agnosticism doesn’t play well,
While an impersonal God takes it personally.
“Relax your jaw,
Loosen your grip,
Lace up your cross trainers.
Let’s go. Follow Me.
My yoke is easy,
And the burden? Light.”
Gerald the Writer 
Oh to realize how even faith like a mustard seed can have such a profound effect on one’s inner landscape.
Love the subtlety of the phrase “Lace up your cross trainers”
“Unless a seed falls into the ground and dies…” Good to hear from you!