I should win a major award.
No, wait, there would be a big ceremony, and a red carpet, and lights flashing, and paparazzi, and Id have to give a speech...
That would be bad.
Id worry myself to death.
I am a worrier. Its my overactive imagination. If one of the kids isnt home when they are supposed to be, I immediately imagine some fiery crash, an armed kidnapping.... something horrible.
So I am asking myself, Why dont I imagine something good instead? Why does it always have to be the worst of all possibilities? Why cant it be the best? The kids are late because they found a million dollars in an old knapsack and had to stop off at the bank. They are sitting at McDonalds at 1:00 in the morning because they have just come up with the next new thing - the next iPod say -and they are working out the details.
Why cant I think that way instead?!!
Heres the hard part. Bad stuff happens. Boy, do I know that. But still, God is always in control. Somehow, it will be okay in the end. Thats what I need to learn to trust in. What I need to get myself to really believe. Because, really, thats what I am afraid of, that things wont be okay. And so I worry.
And the thing is, God doesnt want me to worry. No, he commands me not to worry! Worry just steals away the joy that he wants me to have. Well, it steals away his joy, the joy he would have in sharing in my joy. I am stealing from him when I let worry take over.
I gotta stop doing that!
So I whipped this little thing up, just to give myself a nudge when my mind starts wandering into places it shouldnt...
© 2006 Paul Dallgas-Frey