Duchess, my dog, worries while she sleeps. During her 18 hours of rest (required to keep her functioning at peak performance), she is inside, safe and warm snuggled up on her soft blanket. But that is irrelevant. She whimpers in fear, whines in hunger, and barks at cats that exists only in dreamland. She sleeps worried. She’s funny just like me… because I come to God worried, pray worried, and leave still worried. I pray…then keep fretting over that person, choice, or situation. I act like prayer is another name for worry. It seems to be irrelevant to me that the Lord of all Creation has promised hope and comfort (Isaiah 40:31, 2 Corinthians 7:6). I functionally ignore the fact that One Who is Always There has promised guidance and peace (Isaiah 58:11, John 14:27). I leave prayer the same as I came: suspicious of the One Who Never Lies and has promised every good thing (Psalm 34:10). In reality, when we pray we enter the presence of the Lord of Nations. We speak with the One Who loves all, knows all, and has all power. There is no worry too small, no problem too veiled, and no heartache to big. For the child of God who believes and acts on this, our worry is supplanted with a white flag that says: “God You are so much more than enough. It’s Yours and I choose to worry no more.” Comments are closed.
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