Tossing and turning, I’m tired of being gentle on worry, tired of claiming something as mine that Christ clearly came to take.
What is it about the human psyche that insists on sifting through crud?
Are we that controlling, untrusting and forgetful?
Can be. I admit I am sometimes. Even today. In my down, unguarded moments.
A friend of worry.
Sorry, Lord. I choose to trust you today. Here I am. Remembering who You are.
Abba, Daddy, Doctor, Counselor, teacher, eternal best friend…
Do you hear me, God? I said I’m tired of worry.
I know you hate it too ~ because it hurts me.
Ok, here it is, plain and simple. I lay it down, Lord. Here it is.
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Worry is a spirit, but “God has not given us a spirit of fear, but of power and of love and of a sound mind.” 2 Timothy 1:7 (NKJV)
Friend, what do you think about God and worry?
Can I pray with you about a particular worry today?