He said, "Megan, you told me yesterday no matter what happens that everything is going to be ok. I think you need to take your own advice. Calm down because you are only going to worry yourself sick."
So I got in the recliner, opened my book Crazy Love and attempted to read in an effort to change my thoughts.
Second Chapter starts, "You could die while reading this chapter..."
So true, I could die on my way to 'discuss options.' I say all of this not to 'move' you, but more of a pep talk to myself. Let's put it into perspective really. I said yesterday God is not here for me, I am here for Him. If I truly believe that then I need to chill and quit worrying.
That is not going to be easy because I am a worrier....
I kept reading through Chapter Two..."Worry implies that we don't quite trust that God is big enough, powerful enough, or loving enough to take care of what's happening in our lives. Stress says that the things we are involved in are important enough to merit our impatience, our lack of grace towards others, or our tight grip of control.
Basically, these two behaviors communicate that it's okay to sin and not trust God because the stuff in my life is somehow exceptional. Both worry and stress reek of arrogance."
So I just got called out huh? Man o man, do I feel like an idiot.
Because I am weak, I will struggle with this all night, but will try to tell myself I am slapping God in the face.
"Rejoice in the Lord always. I will say it again: Rejoice!" (Phil 4:4)
I need to paste that to my forehead.