Not On The Worry, On The Worship

​"I feel like the weight of the world is on my shoulders." Yes I've said that. Too often. In reality it isn't true at all, especially considering what other people are going through in their lives compared to my own. My problem is plain old worry. Why do I allow myself to go there? But I do. Worry about my dad~is he ok? Is he lonely? Does he like living here? Is he eating good? Worry about my kids~are they getting along? When will they feel better? Are their marriages doing well? Are they spending time with God? Worry about my husband~will his knees ever feel better? Is he going through too much stress? Is he worried about finances? (yes, I worry that he worries 🙄) worry about my grandchildren, my brothers, Mike's family, my church family and the list goes on. For some silly reason I have it in my head that it's my responsibility to make sure that they are all happy and healthy and life is a bed of roses. I want everyone to get along and I want everyone happy. The more I add to the pile in my head, the more I feel I am sinking and can't climb out. Mike told me that worry is straight up fear and God clearly tells me in His word that we shouldn't be afraid. If you think about it, it's so true. I'm afraid of bad things happening in my loved ones lives. Things I have no control over. I can't make Mike's knees better any more than I can make my children's health issues go away. I can't control things. But I am a controller and when I can't be in control, I worry. I've read so many devotionals where godly women tell me not to worry, and I often find myself thinking~"easy for you to say" But that's just Satan trying to convince me that my issues are legit and these women don't know the half of it. My issues aren't legit. They are issues that should be placed in the hands of God and left there. I'm selfish when it comes to those issues and like a child with a toy, I keep taking them back. So what's the answer? It's work harder. Not on the worry, but on the Worship. Continually Worship. Continually, all day, every day, bring it to God. Tell Him all of it. Tell Him you are sorry that you keep taking it out of His hands and holding it tight in your own. Ask Him for help. Ask Him to help you love Him more and more and learn to let Him be in control. It sounds so easy on paper, but we as women know it's not. That's why it has to be continual. Often my granddaughter Ellie will ask me to hold on to a toy of hers until she gets home after school. She always instructs me-"don't let Clara get it" and as soon as she is off the bus she asks "did you keep my toy safe? Did Clara get it?" Her asking never bothers me because I love her so much. I just smile and tell her- "no, Clara didn't get it, I kept it safe". Our great God loves us so much that He doesn't mind one bit if we bug Him all day long and ask Him for help in giving Him our worries and fears to hold on to. He just smiles and says-"let me keep this for you. I'll take good care of it". Let's let Him do just that.