I am a world-class worrier. If there were a gold medal awarded for worrying, I would be a top contender. You name it, and I have worried about it.
My children? Check.
My friends? Check.
My marriage? Check.
The economy? Check.
The environment? Check.
Are you getting the picture?
Yesterday I lamented to my long-suffering husband that I didn't know if I could keep going. Life just keeps heaping stuff on us, and I felt overwhelmed and, at the same time, humbled by my own puny efforts to try and make things right.
Wisely, he said, "Why not turn it over to the One who can do all things?"
Of course, I knew he was right. Why don't I turn it over to the Lord? "Let go and let God."
How many times have I heard that? And how many times have I persisted in taking upon myself the worries of the world rather than letting the One with power handle things?
Do I lack faith? Or is it arrogance that I believe I can do it better than the Lord? I hope not. But sometimes I wonder ...
Yesterday I wrote about prayer. Could I turn my worries over to the Lord in my prayers? Could I give Him my acceptance of believing that He knows what is best? Could I let go of my foolish belief that I am in charge ... of anything? Could I relenquish my role as chief-worrier and acknowledge His hand in all things?
The short answer is, "I'm working on it."
So, for today, I am grateful that I can let go and let God.