When I was growing up we had this orange plastic tub that my family called “the puke bucket”, that my mom would put by the side of our bed when we were sick. It was such a great friend, you know, it took the worst we had to give and came back for more.
The challenge with the verse above is that you have to do something with anxiety. You can’t just stop feeling things, you have to deal with them somehow. I need an anxiety bucket that Jesus can take away and wash out for me.