Luke 12:22-25
Then Jesus said to his disciples: “Therefore I tell you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat; or about your body, what you will wear. For life is more than food, and the body more than clothes. Consider the ravens: They do not sow or reap, they have no storeroom or barn; yet God feeds them. And how much more valuable you are than birds! Who of you by worrying can add a single hour to your life? Since you cannot do this very little thing, why do you worry about the rest?
We can worry something or worry about something.
The dictionary says worry is used two ways. Snapping, biting, and tearing particularly at the throat or mental distress, anxiety, pondering on something that might or might not happen.
From the definitions I read, it sounds like the act of worrying could go either way. The tearing at the throat is pictured as a terrier going after a rat, but sometimes I feel like worry tears at me, not just mentally, but physically, too. Worry has a way of beating a person down.
Jesus, in his great wisdom, knew worry was an enemy. He taught his disciples not to be anxious about what was to come. Imagine being Jesus’ followers. They had to sense danger with so many people against Jesus.
But in his way of teaching, he assured them God would take care of them. He provides for the ravens, of course he’d take care of his followers.
Worrying adds nothing to our lives. As we’ve found with modern medicine, stressing about life contributes to high blood pressure and anxiety. Yet in our society, worry has almost become an obsession. Jesus wants me to spend my energy on my faith and the way I treat others, instead of fretting over things I have no control over. He wants me to use my time loving him and loving people, and the rest will fall into place.
To keep worry from strangling me, I’ve learned to turn my thoughts to Jesus, and if I wait most issues work themselves out. As I’m a work in progress—prayer and time spent in the Bible help me balance my worry with trust. Instead of imagining all the terrible scenarios that could happen, I accept God’s providence and pray my faith outshines my worries.
Cast your cares on Jesus because he cares for you.
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Saturday, June 5, 2021
Saturday, April 25, 2020
The Struggle is Real
Psalm 30:11-12
Maybe anger eats at you, depression dogs your
days, or anxiety attacks. I've suffered them all through the stay-at-home
corona days. But I've also experienced joy through the Holy Spirit. When I get
over myself and hand my cares to God through prayer, the Spirit fills my soul
with joy and a peace that passes understanding. When I stop to thank God for my
circumstances and ask Him to forgive my selfishness, he turns my grumbles into
dancing, my grief into joy. I'm so grateful that God loves me even when I'm
unlovable.
You turned my wailing into dancing;
you removed my sackcloth and clothed me with joy,
that my heart may sing your praises and not be silent.
Lord my God, I will praise you forever.
you removed my sackcloth and clothed me with joy,
that my heart may sing your praises and not be silent.
Lord my God, I will praise you forever.
This
week my anger flared.
Tim and I are doing well. We fill our days and
enjoy each other's company. We're thankful we have a safe place to live and
food on the table. Yet, my anger toward this COVID-19 virus reached a peak this
week. I'm grieving the fact that I can't see my family, hug my children, or
play with my grandkids. Tim and I can't go out for dinner at a restaurant. We
can't attend church with the congregation. I walk in my neighborhood, but fear I
might catch the virus. As I wallowed in my discontent, my fibromyalgia flared and
made me even more miserable.
That
was Tuesday.
On Wednesday, hope filled my heart. The ire
dissipated and joy sang out. So often, I must walk through the darkness before I
appreciate the light. As they say, "The struggle is real." Our mental
health is being tested. So is our faith.
Dale Chihuly glass art |
As my faith grows and stretches, I praise God for
his continued love and grace.
How have you dealt with all the baggage of these
stay-at-home times?
Are you taking care of yourself?
Physically, mentally and spiritually?
Are you taking care of yourself?
Physically, mentally and spiritually?
Even a few minutes in God's word and in prayer
eases the stress.
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