Look, worry changes nothing but your blood pressure in an upward spike. Now, I know this. I've heard sermons on this. I've got Godly friends who pray for me and with me. But recently I got the wind knocked out of me, and well, I've been nothing short of a worry wart. Yeah, such a Christian thing to do huh? Not.
Has my situation changed any because I chose to worry? No. Has it even made one iota of a difference whatsoever? No. I mean, folks, let me be blunt. If worry was an Olympic sport I would have a gold medal, I would be making the rounds on all the late night talks shows, on the box of Wheaties biting my fingernails, and yours truly would be the next quasi-celeb on Dancing with the Stars due to my awesome worry super powers. But with all of my fabulous worry ways one fact remains clear. My situation has not changed and I'm an anxious miserable mess.
Worry is natural for me. I want to control this. I want to fix this. I can't stand not knowing. So in my natural mind if I can't see what's ahead, it's going to turn out bad for me, and thus worry creeps in and sets up a cozy three bedroom 2 bath home in my mind complete with a gameroom and fabulous kitchen. Worry doesn't even has to ask me I just let it come in and rent free at that!
Okay, I'm trying to inject some humor in my situation. Sorry, I march to beat of my own drummer - always have and always will. But this morning upon waking up, the worry thoughts began to come. What if? worry worry. What will happen? worry worry? Again and again for several minutes until it had been at least an hour and here I was training for another Gold medal in worry. Then the still small voice spoke into my thoughts and touched my heart. It said to me *Take it one day at a time with Me.*
One day at a time? Hmmm. That's a Christy Lane song right - yeah that commercial for her song had a life of about 20 years so it's ingrained into mind. Okay, let me reason this. (Of course the still small voice spoke to me and I'm going to reason with it -