What is with the worry?
This week I kept it close. I believed that if I forgot to worry about this important thing coming up, then I wouldn't be prepared.
As if worry equals preparation.
As if worry equals control.
As if worry equals comfort.
It's an illusion; worry provides none of the above. And I'm done believing worry is a helpful companion.
Worry is this meter that keeps needing us to feed it. Draining our resources. Telling us its got to have regular attention and upkeep.
Lies. Worry, you are lying to us.
Here's the truth: when I stop worrying about that thing, and actually enjoy the moment in front of me, that thing will actually be just fine without my worry. What that thing could most likely use is a good hearty bath in prayer.
Worry muddies it up; prayer offers it up.
Worrying is too needy for me.
I feel tired.
So I'm breaking up with you, Worry.
It's not you, it's me. We're through. Don't call, please. I'm not answering.
I'll be busy practicing prayer - just telling God about the things and the stuff and the problems. And I will look forward to the strength and the peace. He may not take it away or fix it, but peace is what He promises. Which is the best balm for the worrying soul.