“This little one is due in October, so I’m trying to spend extra time with the girls. I’m nervous about having 3 children.”
“He just started middle school. I’m more concerned about the social aspect than the academics.”
“We’re trying a new school; she was being bullied at her old one. Hopefully, she’ll make a friend soon.”
“I like the curriculum. We’re off to a good start. I’m always anxious at the beginning because I have so much I want to accomplish with each of them.”
“Yeah, we’re looking at colleges this year. He’s got a favorite, but I’m not so sure he can get in…”
“She likes her job, loves the city and her apartment, but she’s lonely. She doesn’t have any community.”
Fragments of conversations. Anticipation mingled with anxiety. Loving mommas who want the best for their children.
A new season.
A time to hope… or to worry.
Which will we choose?
None of us want to worry. We know God doesn’t want us to worry.
God knows the very —every single thing—that gives us concern.
He hopes we’ll dwell on Him. Not on our concern.
Dwelling on our concern eats us up. At day’s end, fretting thought yields exhaustion.
Dwelling on God as we move through our day, we empty our thoughts to Him.
He absorbs them. Refreshes us. Pours in peace.
“I will remember the deeds of the LORD;
yes, I will remember your wonders of old.
I will ponder all your work,
and meditate on your mighty deeds.
Your way, O God, is holy.
What god is great like our God?
You’re the God who works wonders;
you have made known your might among the peoples.” (Psalm 77.11-14)
Dwelling on the circumstance, we sigh. Even worse, we worry. Even weaker, we fear the worst.
Dwelling on God, we hope. Even better, we pray. Even stronger, we BELIEVE.