Ok, maybe not a lot compared to some, but I’ve always viewed it almost as my right as a woman to worry.
Except I shouldn’t.
But I do.
“Don’t worry Mom”. My oldest has taken to saying when I start a bit of all-natural-mom-nagging. She must see it too. Oops, my worry is showing.
I hopped into bed tonight with this same eldest kid on my mind. We’d had another row before bed and I didn’t handle it well. It ended with her being sent to her room and me feeling grumpy and like a bad mom.
So I prayed about it and added several other things in there that turned more into me reading God my worry list than actual prayer. Thankful that he listened anyway. I decided to open up to 1 Corinthians and read this in the 2nd chapter:
“For I resolved to know nothing while I was with you except Jesus Christ and him crucified”
How simple, how profound. How perfect. Paul wrote these words explaining to the church in Corinth how he did not come to them actin’ all fancy and full of “superior wisdom”. In other words, he didn’t know everything.
Kinda like me. I don’t know what will continue to happen with my relationship with my daughter or with any of the other slew of worries I puked up in prayer tonight. Paul didn’t have all the answers either, instead he had the answer.
That’s all he needed to know and it’s all I need to know. I am reminded of these words of Jesus in Matthew:
“Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself” Mt 6:34
It’s one of those verses you may have heard all your life if you’re like me. And when I hear it I try and take it to heart, but worries tend to squeeze it right back out.
Maybe I need to stop doing that and, I don’t know, maybe take Jesus’ advice here.
“Tomorrow will worry about itself”.
It’s not tomorrow yet.
So I won’t worry for now and instead maybe I’ll focus on the cross and he who went there so I could rest in him and not in my own strength or in the amazing power of mom worry.
Anyone care to join me?
I love Jesus. I think my two daughters can change the world. I think you can too.
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