I haven’t learned how to stop the worries.  I slice through the air ready to strike out faster than a person facing a baseball pitching machine.  I get confused when ball after ball is hurled at me. It’s a rather strange preoccupation really, because whether I like to remember it or not, those fast-ball worries are simply being pitched in my head.  Yup!  There’s no shred of proof that one of those worries stands even remotely in the realm of truth.  Even those that could be probable or may be possible, aren’t really there.   My worries don’t delay or prevent things from happening, they may more accurately help to create them and resurrect them.  I think it would be wiser of me to consider the adage that says we should “pray and let God worry because He’s going to be up all night anyway!”

Imagine how much time you’d have for other more creative pursuits if you’d just turn off the worry machine, the what-if waster, and the doubt denter.  What if you struck back with a force all your own and simply trusted the faith fighter and the prayer pitcher to keep you on target, ready to run the bases with speed and strength, knowing full well you could always make it home again.  Sure there may be a few fouls, a few outs, and some tough opponents, but winning the game isn’t all up to you.

Worry is a foul ball, a strike out.  It never wins.  It never scores a home run.

You wonder if you’re up for the next challenge, if you’re going to be ready for the fast balls, the unexpected curves that are launched at you at 100 miles an hour?  Will you really beat the fears and the doubts and slam the ball of worry over the ball park fence?  You can because you have all the power you need to do it.  You’ve got the Ump of Heaven rooting for you in the infield, cheering from the sidelines, and even pitching the ball.  You’ve got everything you need to save the day because you’re not in it alone.  It’s not your game to play all by yourself.  It’s a team effort and your teammates are equal to the task of anything that happens.

You can’t even get a sore pitching arm or slide into third base with scraped knees.  You can only play the game, believing in the best outcome, recognizing the Coach put you in for a reason.  You can count on the fact that He knew you’d be the best one for the task at hand, the one to be lifted up on His shoulders and carried around with shouts of joy.  Yes, it seems very reasonable to believe that you have what it takes to be confident, to keep in the game and play for all your worth without striking out with worry.  Don’t you just love being in the game?  Go on then because it’s almost time for the 7th inning stretch. There’s more bases to run and you’re about to score!

  1. mark says:

    Gandhi famously said that fear and worry are signs of a lack of faith.

    It (worry) can become insidious, carving traps into our thought processes like ruts in a dirt road, into which we find ourselves constantly falling.

    There’s a vast difference in the “object” between worry and concern, one of them is other-regarding and leads to action, the other is self-centered and frequently leads to despair.

    As always, thanks for the writing Karen, good stuff!!!

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