Who of you by worrying can add a single hour to his life? And why do you worry about clothes? See how the lilies of the field grow. They do not labor or spin. Yet I tell you that not even Solomon in all his splendor was dressed like one of these.
Matthew 6:27-29 (New International Version)
I love the way God uses people in my life. He doesn’t always use them in the way I expect. Some of my rudest awakenings have come from the comments from others. I’m fairly sure they often don’t realize the impact of their words.
Today was a good example. I was talking over some concerns I had about something fairly trivial, when my son looked at me and said, “Mom, you know you say you trust God so much. Why do you worry about this stuff?”
Wham. Right between the eyes.
I doubt if I ever really considered some of the things I talk about as “worrying,” but I have to admit he’s right.
Yes, I do say I trust God. But I also find myself fretting over some trivial, and sometimes not so trivial things.
It’s just so easy to do.
My son continued, “Whatever happens is gonna happen. You won’t change a thing by worrying. And what’s the worst that could happen? You’d die and go to heaven. Isn’t that a good thing?”
I reluctantly admitted he had a point. A valid one. There are times I let worry consume me. I’d not even considered it as not trusting God. It just seems to be a very deeply ingrained habit. How easy it is to justify worry.
There are many other things I can do besides worry. I can pray. I can do what I have the power to in situations, but some things I simply can’t change.
I wonder how much energy that would free up for me: Energy that is spent worrying, talking about what I’m worried about, losing sleep over what I’m worried about.
So for today, a new lesson to learn. For those of you old enough to remember Mad magazine, and Alfred E. Newman, I’m picking up his slogan and making it my own.
“What? Me worry?”
And Jer, thanks.