Last night I was presented with a little opportunity for worry. Imagine that! As I drove through what was suddenly the gloom of night to pick up my son from basketball practice, I hit upon a stark truth. I started a prayer, actually, before I ever left my tiny cul-de-sac.
It went something like this: "Lord, I know that when I worry, I am simply out of touch with all that matters. Following the leading of the Holy Spirit, serving You, that's all that matters. The most important things in life cannot be taken from me, those being my relationship with You, your flowing love, my love back to you. When I worry, I am failing to surrender." As I passed along Mack Hatcher Parkway on the short jaunt to the YMCA, I saw lights on throughout the first floor of a home in a neighborhood that backs up to the busy parkway. It made me think of the many dramas that have played out (and ended with God taking care of my family in that perfect, redemptive way He always does) in my house. "Worrying just means that I have not surrendered," I prayed. "Because Your will for me WILL be done, when I surrender."
His will for me is good. Pefect, even, according to the Bible. Why would I let my heart wander from Him, and accept the broken, disjointed nothingness that results?
It went something like this: "Lord, I know that when I worry, I am simply out of touch with all that matters. Following the leading of the Holy Spirit, serving You, that's all that matters. The most important things in life cannot be taken from me, those being my relationship with You, your flowing love, my love back to you. When I worry, I am failing to surrender." As I passed along Mack Hatcher Parkway on the short jaunt to the YMCA, I saw lights on throughout the first floor of a home in a neighborhood that backs up to the busy parkway. It made me think of the many dramas that have played out (and ended with God taking care of my family in that perfect, redemptive way He always does) in my house. "Worrying just means that I have not surrendered," I prayed. "Because Your will for me WILL be done, when I surrender."
His will for me is good. Pefect, even, according to the Bible. Why would I let my heart wander from Him, and accept the broken, disjointed nothingness that results?
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