Worry
I have a confession. . . I tend to worry about a lot of things. I wouldn’t call myself a chronic worrier or anxiety-ridden (except for some times when I’m riding in a car); I’m sure that probably a great number of people worry at the same level I do. But that’s not necessarily a comfort.
Samuel worries much less than I do – another way to say it is that he has a lot more faith and I really admire that.
As we look to the next few months (and beyond) A LOT of unanswered questions are brought to our minds. I’m hoping that over the next month while we are in the states some of those questions will be answered. Honestly, I’d like all of them answered; but if we can just know the answers to “the next step,” I want to be happy with that.
This morning I was reading Saint Paul’s letter to the Romans. In chapter 6 he wrote about the freedom we have to choose to do what is right. In verse 16 he says, “Don’t you realize that whatever you choose to obey becomes your master? You can choose sin which leads to death, or you can choose to obey God and receive his approval.” God has told us not to worry, so to do so is sinful, it is also a sort of death because all the time I spend worrying steals life from me.
I don’t want to choose to be mastered by worry, I want to choose to be mastered by faith so I can see God work and I can live more fully.
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