My little grandson wanted me to know about his health. He said, “Mom gave me an enema to loosen up my vowels.” “Vowels?” Hmm I guess she must be a speech pathologist or maybe a proctologist.
Life sometimes feels to me like a bowel loosening event. You see – I tend to worry. I think I’ve got enough worry to wrap around the world twice. So, I worry – and it worries me that I worry.
Because – I am certain that the Lord wants me to be free of it. He said, “Do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Today has enough trouble of its own.” (Matthew 6:34) In John 14:1 He said, “Let not your heart be troubled.”
I think it’s good to be concerned about the things over which I have control and for which I have responsibility – such as in providing for my family (1 Corinthians 5:8); or being a good husband (Ephesians 5:25)
But, for that which is beyond the realm of my responsibility or control, there is no point in worrying. And yet I do.
My son recently preached an excellent message at church and he referenced a verse that got me to thinking. At the time, Moses was tired and troubled. He had led the children of Israel along a desolate path through the wilderness. And the people had done things that stretched the meaning of dumb.
Moses was frantic, fearing that God was ready to abandon them. That’s when the Lord said to him, “My presence will go with you, and I will give you rest.” (Exodus 33:14)
Moses and his followers all desperately needed rest. They would eventually find it in the promised land, but it was also a rest that was available to them immediately because God would go with them.
It triggered a memory for me. My dad took the family on a road trip when I was young. He loaded mom and the five of us kids into a ‘56 Chevy wagon.
We were cruising along through Florida farmland when the engine failed. This was a problem. We were marooned beside a pasture full of cows and it was a far piece back to town.
Dad, however, was a skilled mechanic. He flipped up the hood and did some analysis, then walked to town. He was gone for hours.
The rest of the family stayed. The Florida sun beat down and the humidity was stifling. My brother and I pelted each other with cow pies to pass the time.
I can remember thinking one thing, “How long is this going to take?”
I also remember what I did not think. I didn’t worry that the engine was a goner. I didn’t fret that we had lost so much time. I didn’t despair over the cost of repair. I didn’t worry that we would be stuck there forever. I didn’t wonder if dad would come back.
Those worries never crossed my mind– because my dad was on the job. I knew that he would take care of the problem – and he did.
So, why can’t I carry that kind of faith into my adult life? My Father in heaven is infinitely more knowledgeable and powerful than my earthly dad. And He has never given me reason to question His love and commitment to me. So why should I fret? His presence is with me. Why not rest in that?
I need to find a way to disrupt the sneaky undercurrent of worry that slithers through my mind.
This is what I’ll do. Whenever I find myself going down the secretive alley of worry, I will meet that fret by saying out loud, “No – my Father has this!”
Vocalizing it will serve as a cold shower. It will disrupt the repetitive loop of worry in my mind. The affirmation of my faith in Him will set me on the right path and invite Him to help me with my unbelief.
I am going to give it a try. Will you join me?
A PRAYER: Lord, teach us to trust you with the simplicity of a child that we might win the war over worry.
Scripture references are from the NET Bible ®