(Just kidding, you really can’t).
But it would be nice wouldn’t it, to stop worrying and to have other people stop worrying?
In light of the tragic incident that happened here in San Bernardino County, CA Wednesday and in light of a conversation I had with someone, I feel the need to write about something I think we can all relate to:
I’ve always worried too much, even in my youth.
Yes, there are lots of things I worry about.
There are times when something will spark in my mind, and I’ll dwell on it until it snowballs, causing my heart to race to the point where I either start crying or completely stonewall.
I know, what a cry baby. I get caught up in the “what ifs” and it terrifies me to think of anything tragic happening to any of my loved ones. Yes, that includes my darling little kitty love (cue baby voice).
And hearing about tragedies makes me wonder how I would act or what I would do in those situations. I often find myself thinking about what I could do to prevent those things that scare me from happening, or how to be prepared, or how I would cope with loss…
A crazy thing about Wednesday’s tragedy is that it happened blocks away from where I babysit a precious little one year old every week…blocks away from where we go on our morning strolls together.
Immediately, I thought: there is no way I’m going to want to go walking now.
And I also immediately thought about how all the God-scoffers out there are probably thinking:
How can anyone believe in God when all these tragedies are happening?
But, that’s another post for another time.
Juxtaposed with worrying about what’s happening around me is the worry people have for me. They worry about my future, my plans, my career goals, how I’m going to make it in this world…
Some people believe what I’m currently doing is not what most people view as “success,” and I get that.
I don’t agree with it, but it is what it is.
If people are worried for me, especially when I feel they really don’t need to be, it stresses and bums me out, almost to the point where it wrecks part of my day (because I’m in my head a lot).
I could easily get wrapped up in worry. Worry about what others think of me, worry about who I might offend with my blog posts, worried about the nasty comments I’ll get, worry about using my education, worry about making enough money and being successful…
But who defines success?
For me, bringing someone to Christ is a success.
Most people, even Christians, don’t think that way. We all get wrapped up in worry and wrapped up in how the world defines wisdom and prosperity.
I could scream at the top of my lungs the reasons why people don’t need to worry about my current situation, but that won’t do any good.
What does good, at least for me, is what God has to say.
There is so much beauty in God’s promises, justice, and love.
In times of great stress, great kings turned to God. In times of great loss, humble men turned to God. In times of persecution, the apostles turned to God.
On the cross, Christ turned to God.
Fret not, trust, be still and know…
that God is God.
I believe He has a plan for me, and I believe I’m in the exact place He wants me to be right now. I just have to commit and be patient, no matter what people say or think.
My vision of success is not your visions of success, or anyone else’s for that matter.
God is my refuge and strength, a very present help in trouble. Though the earth be removed, I will not fear (Ps.46:1,2)
I could live my life in constant worry, but is that really living?