I tend to be a worrier. Often I am deep in thought about some problem I can't solve, some part of myself I want to fix, something I desperately want to control but can't. I think if I could just wrap my hands around that thing that is just outside of my grip I'd have peace and be ok.
I overestimate the size of my hands.
And I underestimate the volume of worry. Trying to wrap my hands around it is a losing game no matter how I play it. If you have ever seen the Lucy episode where she stands in front of a conveyer belt stuffing chocolate down her shirt and in her mouth and anywhere else she can stuff it, you understand what I mean. Worry is just like those pieces of chocolate. You pick one up, think you can breathe easily for a moment, then you look down and see a handful more in its place. It never stops.
So what's a chocolate-stuffed worrier to do?
Walk away. Lay them down and walk away. Instead of trying to hold it all together with my insufficient hands, I can find hands that are bigger and settle mine there, in His.
