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.
Well said, but you leave me wondering about all this worry. What are you worrying over?
ReplyDeleteAnd they say you must put something in place of a habit in order to establish a new order/way...what habit are you going to put in worry's place?
I ask out of genuine interest. I find that I worry more than I ought as well.
I SO often need this reminder.
ReplyDeleteThe more I get to know you and read what your thinking, I think you are right to say our personalities maybe pretty similar. Although, I'm told worry is a woman thing- so maybe it's just proof we are both female. All that to say, thank you for sharing and I can (and so often do)relate.
Cheers!