Tabloid fodder distracted me as I thumbed through a magazine in the waiting room of my doctor’s office. Waves of nausea were held at bay by deep breaths and wringing hands. Only because of my fresh manicure were my fingernails off-limits.
The “abnormal test result” call, forty-eight hours before, was like a rally cry. I preached to myself that God was in control, His plans were good, and He would not leave or forsake me. Faith was the rock on which I would stand.
I was anchored to that rock all of six hours before worry kicked in.
At 3:00 am, punching my pillow and tossing from side to side, I prayed promises and told myself not to worry over a tomorrow that had not yet come. The sparrow doesn’t fret and the lilies of the field have no cares under His watchful eye.
Around 4:00 am, I boldly told the Lord (because we get real at this hour) that it didn’t matter to me one lick if those flowers wilted away and that bird showed up dead on my front porch, I was talking about ME. I didn’t have time for “abnormal.”
I surrendered at 5:00 am and promised the Lord that we’d have a civilized chat in the morning if He would just bring some rest. He did. And we did.
Worry and I have quite a sordid history. It’s one of those sinful habits that I’ve prayed into submission, yet it hangs on with the same vengeance as those last five pounds. Once the door is opened to anxious thoughts, the downward spiral of worse-case-what-ifs and what-may-comes is difficult to reign in.
Surely I’m not the only one who, at the first sign of trouble, has shown her husband how to pay the bills and given him permission to marry again someday. ;)
“If God is for us, who can be against us?”
God is DEEP and WIDE and He IS for us. But it’s the “who” up against us, that so often grows larger than life. While not God’s equal, there are BIG and TALL expanses of trial that we travel through, obstacles so exceedingly difficult to surmount that worry wrangles faith.
The betrayal of a friend. The sting of broken family. A child gone astray.
Dreams set by the wayside, superseded by plans out of our control.
The job lost. The absent health. The hurt that seems ever-present.
Unlike the sparrows and lilies, these anxieties break our fragile hearts and burden us soul deep. But the same God that cares for the tiny and insignificant of this world, whispers to His precious children, I love you more.
There isn’t anything we’re facing that is bigger than what God has done for us. (←Tweet that!)
“He who did not spare His own Son but gave Him up for us all, how will He not also with Him graciously give us all things. Christ Jesus is the one who died—more than that, who was raised—who is at the right hand of God, who indeed is interceding for us.”
Romans 8:32, 34-35 (emphasis added)
God gives all things and sometimes that means other things must be taken. The glorious joins the difficult. What we long for comes beside what we’d rather go without. God gives us what we must endure to grow into who we must become. That’s the journey of faith, and it can be downright worrisome, but it’s a journey we don’t travel alone.
When worry wrangles faith, we have Jesus—who laid down His life, rose from the grave, and who is seated next to the very Father who gave Him to us—pleading our cause, praying on our behalf, and pardoning our case.
God gave His everything to prove that He is on your side.
The walk out of my doctor’s office was bathed in relief. God was with me and worry was set to rest. But perhaps your steps feel far more treacherous, and the light at the end of your tunnel seems distant at best. You may feel chained to worry, but sweet friend, you don’t bear that burden alone. God is with you still, and He’ll stay until your rest comes … and every day there after.
God is for you. He was on the cross. He is on the throne. God is for you. (↑Tweet that!)
If you don’t know this God that is on our side, or the Son that laid His life down for us, you can. Take a few moments to learn more here.
You can also find these words linked up at my favorite spots: Holly Barrett (#testimonytuesday), Jennifer Dukes Lee (#tellhisstory), Holley Gerth (#coffeeforyourheart), and Kristin Hill Taylor (#threewordwednesday).