Worry.
Such a simple word and, yet, there are mountains of emotions behind this five-letter word. Anxiety, panic, depression leading to insomnia, weight loss or weight gain, heart problems, migraines. We lash out or draw inward. We cry or are silent. Our heads hurt, some of us feel nauseated or even vomit. Many of us run from it, either to someone else or into something, hoping we can forget what we’re running from. Families begin to lose each other, fall, and the lines of love become broken until there is nothing left except for anger and hurt.
All because of this one word.
Worry.
What worries you? I can tell you what worries me. Finances. I am always worried about finances. I keep a spreadsheet of what comes in, calculate bills and savings so I know exactly what goes out. To. The. Penny. The problem is I know so much about the comings and goings of our finances that that little, tiny word starts to bud in the back of my brain while I am calculating, punching numbers, predicting what will happen if this is not paid by a certain date.
Worry.
Worry that we will fall so far behind in our debt that we will die as slaves to all these companies we owe. Worry that we will never pay back someone who so generously loaned us money. Worry that we will never financially reach the finish line to our embryo adoption and that we will not be able to save a tiny, frozen life just because we couldn’t afford it.
But really when you get down to the root of all this horrible worrying, and you really think about what is causing this worry, the storm clears and you see the sunlight poking through.
Worry is just another disguise of our unwillingness to let God be in control.
I am truly not worried about our finances. No. If I am honest with myself, I will confess that I am stubbornly not handing even our finances to God. The same God who cleared out a road in the middle of the Red Sea for His people, the same God who brought fire down from the sky and set a heavily-watered sacrifice ablaze to prove that He is God. But apparently He is not good enough to be in charge of something so insignificant as money. Why can’t I let my worries go? Why can’t I just let Him be in control? How much more I could sleep at night if I just handed Him my spreadsheet and say “I don’t know how You are going to pull this off, but I know You are going to do something amazing with it!”
As I am typing this, we are going through another round of storms. The basement is flooding and water is coming in through the walls. I just got off the phone with the insurance company and it won’t be covered but I thought hey, couldn’t hurt to try. As I was speaking with the rep, she commented on how well I am taking it, the flooding and damage. That made me pause. Why was I able to watch the water come pouring in and calmy speak with the woman on the phone? Tears were in the back of my throat but I was still able to keep it light-hearted. A voice drifted into my consciousness. “It could be worse.” Yes, it could definitely be worse. We could be watching as a tornado is ripping our house from above our heads, as some people may be experiencing right now. The water leaking in could be up to our necks, like many have reported during floods. We could be so financially destroyed that we lose everything and live in a shelter, as so many families are forced to do.
Really, all those things could still happen to us.
But worrying isn’t going to stop that from happening. Letting God take control of everything, and I mean EVERYTHING, will melt away all those gut-sucking emotions that drain our souls. Remember the prophet who was homeless and relied on the food dropped to him from crows? He didn’t have a spreadsheet of his finances and felt sweat drip from his back when he realized he might be two cents short of paying his cellphone bill.
Another storm is about to begin and bring more rain with it. And while I get out the shop vac again and suck up all the water and dump it into bucket after bucket I have two choices. I can worry about all the damage that is going to happen and make it harder to sell our home in twenty years. Or I can just reflect on how blessed we are to have a home to suck up water from the walls. Because worrying about it is only going to raise my blood pressure. And double the amount of chocolate I am going to devour.