rocking chair

When the words came strung together and I proudly tweeted, I didn’t know that it had been said before. 



It hadn’t been said just like that, of course, but in a more positive way. I was struck anew when my dear G. K. was quoted thus:



If thanks is the highest form of thought (according to a famous scholar) and worry the lowest form (according to…me) then can it safely be said that thanks and worry are opposites or at least enemies?


If I’m worrying, what am I saying about God? That I’m displeased with my portion. I don’t like what he’s served for dinner. This isn’t what I would’ve chosen and I don’t have faith that it will work out. 


When I am thankful, what am I saying about God? That what He’s provided is plenty. That I am satisfied with what He’s offered. That I trust in Him, trust that He knows what He’s doing.


They say that worry is like a rocking chair. It gives you something to do, but it doesn’t get you anywhere.


Take a good look at the picture above. What do you think I’ve been up to?


Actually, it wasn’t I who broke the rocking chair. I have a very hyper little sister who did the dirty deed, but it could have just as easily been me. It probably should’ve been me. 


Worry. It’s something I struggle with…every day. But it’s not a pesky character trait or a bad habit. It’s not “just the way I am.” 


It’s the lowest form of thought. 
It prevents me from attaining the highest form of thought.
And, in plain English, it’s a sin.


I’ve known it was a sin for so long. I like to wag my finger at the mirror after long bouts of worry and say, “Everly, tsk tsk! You shouldn’t be doing such things!” and then move along.


I like to say, “I know I shouldn’t be worried, but…”


Honestly, I like to worry. I like to lay awake in bed, growing old in my youth, feeling productive. In the morning, I say that I prayed. In the moment, I’m listening to lies.


But worry is like a rocking chair. I like to sit in the rocking chair and go back and forth, back and forth. I am addicted to this form of torture, thinking that one of these times, leaning forward or tilting back, I’m going to arrive somewhere. But it’s just a game the devil plays with me. 


We’re almost a week into Lent and already, it’s glaring at me. Worry can’t be a guilty pleasure any longer. I can’t let myself find any pleasure in that which hurts my Father. If I had just worried once and doubted His love, goodness, faithfulness, and never sinned again, I would’ve deserved the cross. 


Fast from: worry


Hold fast to: a faithful father


Amen.

One Response to rocking chair

  1. Brad and Carrie March 10, 2012 at 6:38 am #

    Good word! Anxious thoughts can be so easy to conjure up and yet so hard to shake. Thankful for a God that releases us from that.

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