My DNA gave me a good dose of worry, then I learned it from my home environment. Epigenetics took it from there as I learned a lifestyle of worry, nature and nurture coalescing into anxiety spirals that have encircled me for much of my life. Like some of the toxic boyfriends I had as a teenager, I had to see its true character before I could find the courage to break up. But break up I did, finally. I’m over worry.
One of the things that keeps us attached to worry is its functionality. My father’s worry over finances forced him out of bed every morning, pushing him to work hard and succeed. My own fastidious perfectionism has made me good at certain things for which I’ve been rewarded. How can I part with worry when it yields such a payback?
Well, wait a minute. Is it really the worry that yields the payback? Or would there be a healthier means to the same end? How about responsibility? Simply anticipating need in a mature, responsible fashion without crossing the line into worry? Responsibility would yield the same, if not greater results.
And worry—well, it eventually blows up in our faces. The nervous system tires of over-firing and collapses into apathy. Much better to do our best and leave the outcome with God. Let’s all just break up with our toxic worry right now, okay?
Breathe in peace, breathe out worry.
Think for a moment. What is your greatest worry? Imagine yourself placing that worry in the hands of a loving God. Imagine Him lifting it off your shoulders. Imagine the birds of the air, and how God feeds them. Ask yourself—are not you of more value than they?
Kind heavenly Father, you care more for us than we care for ourselves. Help us to believe that You will provide what we need. Help us to contemplate the beautiful lessons of nature as we learn of your tender care over all your creatures. Amen.
“Look at the birds of the air, for they neither sow nor reap nor gather into barns; yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not of more value than they?” Matthew 6:26