mama said...

The moral of the story today kids.... things work out. 

I don't know why I sometimes believe differently. I know that I have this problem with being a control freak. I am always scared that if I don't do it, it is not going to happen. There are times when I forget. I freak out and become overwhelmed and think that the world is ending. But then... somehow... everything is fine--usually no thanks to me, by the way. 

I feel like maybe I was born a worrier. My mother always told me that I was a worry wart. But it is true. I remember when I was a small child--like, maybe Pre-K-- I would want to take my favorite toys with me to school. I would need to take, like, 3 stuffed animals, a blanket, and a barbie with me in my backpack. Why? because I just knew that while I was gone my house was going to burn down. It never did. I had no reason to think that it could.  I WAS FIVE. Are you kidding me? How ridiculous. 

And when I was in middle school I felt the need to double check all of the locks on the doors before bedtime because I knew someone was going to break in. Now, looking back I realize that if someone is going to break in to my house, the front door probably wouldn't be the entry of choice.

And even still... I worry about daily things. I worry about what is going to happen when my elderly dog dies. I worry about my friends and family. I worry about my parents safely going to New Mexico next week. I worry about everything working out for my wedding. I worry about everything period.  I mean it is absolutely insane...not to mention that it makes it hard for me to concentrate on anything else. 

So here I am. I am at this major turning point in my life. The days that I don't use any thought control worry overtakes me. I am deciding to use some advice that my wise old Ma gave to me. 

There was this one time that I was completely obsessing over something. I don't have a clue what that something was, but I remember that I was just overwhelmed and crying and yelling and the whole nine yards. My mom grabbed my shoulders and shook me a little and said to me, "Has God ever not fixed your problems?" She told me to look back over my life and think of one crisis that had not worked out. I couldn't come up with a single one. 

Something else my wise old ma told me. worry = sin. WHAAAAAAT? I know, right? Crazy. She said, "When you worry... you are telling God he can't. You are telling him that you do not believe his promise to you and that your problem / struggle is bigger than he is." 

Ouch Ma. That one hurt. 

Isaiah 41:10 
"Fear not, for I am with you. I am your God. I will strengthen you. I will help you. I will uphold you with my righteous right hand."

Philippians 4:6-7 
 "Do not be anxious about anything, but in everything, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God. And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus."

Hebrews 13:5-6

"I will never leave you. I will never forsake you. Therefore we can say with confidence. the Lord is my helper; I will not fear. What can mere man do to me?"

So today... This is my mantra: Things will work out. Why? Cause God said so.