Boy, has it been a long time since I thought of that whole verse—its directives and worthwhile reward. Lately, I’ve just told God about anxieties. “Oh God, I’m so anxious about …” Waking up in time to catch an early train downtown for the Chicago Marathon. Worrying and straining eyeballs for four hours that we’d miss seeing the marathoners we went to cheer. What will happen when my mother goes in for knee replacement? Did the surgeon’s office change the mistaken order from left knee to right knee? What questions should we ask of the internist pre-surgery? What will my role be post-surgery? How do I block out time for this? When will I have time to amend the soil in the vegetable garden and plant garlic and shallots before they rot in their box in the garage? Will we even be able to buy compost this time of year? Oh, and time to celebrate family birthdays this month and next? When to get together with friends? Should we challenge our real estate assessment? Oh, and our trees are dying; what can we do to save them? I could go on, but I won’t.
No wonder my heart basket has no room for luscious fruits, veggies, and other nourishment. I have overflowed it with worry weeds, which taste terrible. No wonder I faint with hunger for God and find no relief from anxieties. Time to confess disobedience and start obeying God’s command in Philippians 4:6-7, which offers the only peace possible on this earth.
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Good advice and just what I needed to read tonight!
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