O Lord, I worry so!

A lady who I consider dear and have known since we were both in 7th grade asked yesterday, “How do I stop worrying?”

It got me to thinking, and because all the world, of course, is just pining, practically dying  to know the thoughts of lil’ ol’ moi, here’s what I came up with:

The amount of we worry is directly commensurate/proportionate (however you want to put it) to our adherence to God’s will.

That is the more we adhere our minds to the idea that anything that happens to us is either part of His active will—i.e., He means for us to experience this—or His passive will—i.e, He doesn’t necessarily want us to happen to us but will allow it for some greater good—and that “He has us in His loving hands regardless, so take heart,” then the less we will worry.

Another way of putting it is this: The more we think the prayer says, “Thy kingdom come and my will be done,” the more we want control, to be in charge, to not “let go and let God,” the more we will worry.

Getting to a point where we don’t worry doesn’t happen without prayer, but it does happen, and it can make a world of difference.