WORRIED ABOUT WORRYING

The big W

I want to talk about the daunting feeling and spirit of worry. I know deep down inside we all know that worry is a gigantic waste of our God-given time. So why do we do it? It's not like we want to? I have never met a single person who sincerely believes worry is productive. I think most of us it is so familiar to us that we honestly just accept it. Just like a swept together dirt pile on the floor, we walk around it, instead of sweeping it up.

Jesus specifically tells us not to worry about food, drink, clothing, our lives. The reality is our whole culture is based around worrying about these things!

We live in a dark world that does not exactly promote the ways of Jesus Christ. The problem is we have conformed to this standard willingly. We have become slaves again even though Jesus Christ already set us free. Just as the Israelites we moan and cry and want to return to our own vomit and bondage.

It is a huge problem. Worry is one of those things that is very clever and sneaky. It is a mask of concern, but in actuality is a deep control issue. We think we are our own gods, flesh man about to throw us right into a fire ordeal.

To be honest I am not immune to its tricks, when we're in the flesh it creeps up so fast, trust me.

I wanted to open up some dialog about worry, the real truth of it is that worry is nothing but another form of fear, control, depending on the depth of your reactions when we are in this mode. It is serious bondage if we are finding it stealing our rest, and creating anxiety in several areas of our lives, stealing our joy.

I notice that if I am starting to move into the place of worry, I am moving outside the Holy Spirits pace.

Something is out of whack in my motives deep within my heart.

I know I used to always think I have that one special situation where my worry is permitted. Never the less it is, not the case. When I think about Jesus and the gift of salvation I have through him, he did not die on a cross for me and rise from the dead so I could be filled with fear. He did not die so I could sit in my prayer closet like a cd on repeat spewing out all the things I am worried about. How boring for an awesome God to listen to? seriously?Let us shift perspectives and imagine if you created everything how annoying that would be?

Jesus said, "IT IS FINISHED"! Why do we forget this? The battle I am fighting within myself is already won the victory is sure, it is complete, it is sufficient. Jesus did not give His life for me so I could oppress myself with the cares of this life. He came so I could be free and have life more abundantly in Him.

Jesus was not kidding He paid a price for me with His blood, I am not my own. This is hard and sometimes the truth is but I am not designed to worry that is why when I do it, it just creates havoc in our bodies. We're made to be like Christ Jesus.

I am learning to worry is to simply not live in the present. I worry about circumstances I have zero control over. My carnal response is well maybe if I lay in bed crushing an oatmeal cookie tossing and turning with my worry in my head I can achieve some false sense of control. There must be something I am missing? The truth is that yes, something is missing my peace. The peace Jesus gives to all His children.

If people and things are constantly stealing your peace might have to consider making some relational cuts.

The solution let go. If you're like me put down the oatmeal raisin cookie, or PB&J, whatever carnal proclivities we all have them. The cookie or PB&J will not soothe me or you. That's another post. It does taste delicious though.

The Holy Spirit is really refining this area in my life. The Lord is so good. I pray we all have more discernment in spotting worry and fear creeping in our lives and attaching it's ugly self to us. How I need you Holy Spirit, life can be so overwhelming.

How can we help each other? How can we become fear free? Becoming chosers of perfect love. It always is the same thing it seems. The more my flesh dies and this is a fight and great work. Glory be to God.

I can find so much beauty in silence when the sound of the world just rolls off of me. I love that place but I also love this place because it leads me to healing, repentance, into His arms. Nothing is like Jesus.

When my life starts to crumble, and nothing is going as “I” planned, I will run to Jesus. It is easy for me to say that right now in this post.

I am sick and tired of being sick and tired. I am done with you worry. You have to go in Jesus, name. No, I want my peace and you can't stay in my closet. I see you!! :)

I am going to be honest after some soul wounding and searching worry is a result of my sin in my life.

I know worry is a waste of my time. I am done driving myself insane because of why own selfish ambitions. I choose you Jesus I put my trust in You. No more trying to muscle it on my own.

I am proud and a sinner I wish I walked around perfect. Forgive me Lord Jesus and change ME. You care about all things in regards to me and you have the answers, not me.

I need a slap, or a hug, a breathe of His new life and wine.

I realized when I am worrying about whatever I am thinking about, what I am communicating to Jesus? Which is a huge insult btw. I am telling the Lord my problem is bigger than Him and I am a big smart ape who knows better? My worry is an emission of unbelief, and unbelief does not belong in the Kingdom of God. I need faith to love to give it and receive. The divine exchange. I unknowingly set this huge ball of self-destruction and of worry off.

Speaking truth to ourselves about who we are in Christ is not always easy. Sometimes it is easier to believe the lies. Like wow!

I need to repent. It also is really hard to take a good look at ourselves and admit the truth about ourselves.

I know God can do anything if I surrender it to him, the good news is He actually wants us to surrender.

Accepting myself in worry is one of the hardest things I have to own. Like yeah as much as the world perceives all of us as these heroes, the battle of a saint is suffering on our knees crying out for mercy.

Sometimes my relationship with Jesus reminds me of jumping out of a plane being strapped to someone who is a little bit of an adrenaline junkie, and waits until the altitude drops to the danger zone before pulling the parachute.

We are not always supposed to see or else we would not need faith. Everything would be so easy and we would be unchanged jerks still.

I have to take ALL my concerns to Jesus. He wants me to. He does not want me to take things on myself. The Holy Spirit actually wants to partner with me in everything. The Holy Spirit cares about every detail of my life and yours too. He wants to be invited into my worry to touch me, to heal me.

We can often run to people which always makes it worse by the way. In my experience. Instead of Jesus. Run to Jesus.

I declare I not a woman of worry but of mighty faith! In the name of Jesus

Heavenly Father,

Thank you, Lord, for grace and mercy in my lack of understanding. I pray that you impart your wisdom in me and that I realize I was not made to carry a hippo size of worry around with me. I pray you will make me a light. Thank you, Jesus, for your love and faithful example of real love. I pray that worry breaks off of myself and others. That we would rest in your abundant peace. That I can sleep in my bed tonight I asked you for and get the rest I need to do the things I also asked you for. I love you Jesus.

I pray in the name of the

KING of KINGS & LORD of LORDS

Jesus Christ

Your love endures forever

Amen & Amen

~A women trading worry for faith, peace, and rest