“Any concern too small to be turned into a prayer
is too
small to be made into a burden.”
~Corrie ten Boom,
Clippings from My Notebook
Just looking at the word brings on a bit of anxiety in me.
And yet, I know from experience that worrying about things
does NO GOOD what-so-ever! Not for
myself, and certainly not for others in my life. Excessive worry in my own life has produced
an unhealthy mind, an unhealthy body and an unhealthy soul. And it is the root cause of the loss of a
relationship that couldn’t bear up under the weight of it.
“Worry weighs a person down;
an encouraging word cheers a
person up.”
Proverbs 12:25
Worry is a burden not only to ourselves, but to the ones
that love us as well. It’s bad enough
that we cause this trouble within ourselves, but to put that kind of pressure onto
others is, to say the very least, unfair and, more importantly, unloving.
My own worrisome nature stems from a long time ago when, as
a child, I never knew what was going on.
I was thrown into situations that were scary and uncomfortable, with
little or no preparation or instruction on how to handle them. I was told to just do it, and then if the
outcome was not pleasing I was ridiculed for it. That caused a cycle of worry in my life,
never knowing what would happen and then worrying that I wouldn’t get it
right. Over and over and over.
Most of my adult life, I have been nearly insistent on
knowing the who, what, where, when and why (and at least some idea of the
ultimate outcome) of everything before I take even one step. I like to call it “being prepared”, and often
in my head it is being prepared for the worst, without thought of how things
just MIGHT turn out to be just fine.
It all comes down to trust really.
Or, more accurately, lack of trust.
As a child, I wasn’t taught to trust and stand on the
promises of God. We didn’t attend church
for most of my growing up years, and the only scripture I heard was used in “discussions”
with my wonderful, Christian grandfather, by family members trying to twist it
to fit the ungodly lives they were living.
In my house, “God” was my mother, and what she said was “gospel” – what she
told me to do were the commandments of my life.
And all too often, I was lead into painful situations where I finally
figured out that I couldn’t trust people.
I’m not bashing my mother.
She was a human being. She had
faults, she had “stuff” from her past, and she acted out in the ways that she
was raised in, or in the ways that gave her the self-preservation she
needed. It took me a long time to
realize this, but when I did I was able to let go of the anger, bitterness and
sadness and fully forgive her.
What I have learned on the long road since her death is
this: I may not ever be able to fully trust people, but I can always – ALWAYS – trust God. When He says not to worry, he isn’t asking me. He is telling me.
And as an adult, who is currently entering into a
life-saving transformation, I must make that choice every day. Every hour.
Sometimes even every minute. If I
do not trust Him – if I continually worry – what am I saying about God? That He is not trust-worthy? That He is a liar? That He doesn’t love me? That He doesn’t mean what he says?
Those are all
lies directly from the enemy of my soul.
And yours.
Take a minute to think back on your life and the many things
you have worried about. How many of them
came to fruition? And if any of them DID
come true, were they as horrifying as your mind made them out to be?
“Can all your worries add a single moment to your life?
And
why worry about your clothing?
Look at the lilies of the field and how they
grow.
They don't work or make their clothing,
yet Solomon in all his glory was
not dressed
as beautifully as they are.”
Matthew 6:27-29
I know in my own life, very few of my worries have come
true. And the time I spent worrying is
time wasted, energy wasted, and often has destroyed my own happiness, but worse
yet the peace of others around me. I
unrightly invaded their lives with strife that wasn’t theirs.
So, do I still worry?
Of course I do. I’m human. I’m weak on my own.
Do I have a better way of dealing with that worry now? Yes, I do.
“And if God cares so wonderfully for wildflowers
that are
here today and thrown into the fire tomorrow,
he will certainly care for you. Why do you have
so little faith?”
Matthew 6:30
My new way is called faith and trust. I choose to have faith. I choose to trust. Trust
in God’s word, not only in the Bible, but those loving words that He has
whispered into my heart. Through those
actions where time and time again, He protected me, loved me, and put me back
on my feet because He knows my path, and He knows the outcome. And it’s all good.
"For I know the plans I have for you," declares
the LORD,
"plans to prosper you and not to harm you,
plans to give you
hope and a future."
Jeremiah 29:11
Cliché? Maybe to some. Truth? Definitely to me.
What will you choose today?
“This day I call the heavens and the earth
as witnesses
against you that I have set before you
life and death, blessings and curses.
Now choose life, so that you and your children may live
and that you may love
the LORD your God,
listen to his voice, and hold fast to him.
For the LORD is
your life…”
Deut 30:19-20
