I am such a holy person that I worry about important things. I worry about my friend in Haiti and the children at the cholera clinic where he is serving. I worry about our own country and the direction it is taking, the way people don’t seem to know what they believe anymore. I worry about my family, that maybe we’re not as close as we used to be or that we’ll move on and lose touch. I worry about such righteous things! God must be well-pleased.
I spend sleepless nights imagining what will happen if I never write something anyone wants to publish, if I never get married, never have a family, never see the mission field, never become a better person. I toss and turn over thoughts of the worst scenarios, just so I’ll be prepared by the time the day begins.
Oh, I am worried about just the sort of thing Jesus must be worried about! God must love the way I reach out to every corner of the earth…with my mind, and take in all of the wrong that is happening. Yes, I love God so much that my brain is like a crumpled ball of fear, unable to function-so concerned am I about His work!
It’s a good thing God has laid all of this on my heart…otherwise I might be blissfully ignorant! You know, full of joy, as if this life were a gift from God! Or I could even be living everyday to it’s fullest, comforting and encouraging those around me. I might even be contented! Oh, this is really beginning to worry me…better go back to thinking about the negative things in this life-the important things in this life!
Until next time, if there is one,