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Don’t Lose Your Life to Worry

I’m going to be 40 years old this summer, and today it dawned on me…I am probably only about 30 years old…Not by some miracle anti-aging remedy…but just being real here…I have lost so much time to worry…And believe me, those are ten years I wish I had lived.

I used to be an intense worrier, and while I have improved, it can still grip me like no other. Fear often strikes during the night, or a trigger if someone is not feeling well, or maybe an unforeseen bill in the mail, or a seemingly innocent word from my husband about work being slow that week. Sometimes the culprit is even unknown….I just start to spiral down with my thoughts, into a pit of worry.

Lately though, I have had a good grip on those thoughts, quickly turing them away and giving them to Jesus. Sometimes, I literally have to repeat in my mind, “JESUS.JESUS.JESUS,” over and over again just to drown out the other thoughts. He has given me the peace that surpasses all understanding, though because for so long my only understanding was to think ahead and worry about “what if.”

I guess in some ways, I needed my worry though…because without it I wouldn’t have realized that even when the worst seems to happen, it is always for our good. I needed to learn that worrying didn’t change anything. We always learned and grew closer to God in the hard times. He never left us. How many times I stressed about my husband’s work and finances, and then he DID lose his job- THREE times! Yet, here we are today, with a thriving family business, living our dream- because of the last job loss.  My worry didn’t stop it from happening, and my worry didn’t change things. Yet, the outcome was for our good.

So much of the things I worried about never even came to fruition, and that is where the time in my life was lost. I would sit with my thoughts, letting them consume me, even unable to play with my kids or enjoy the family. Fear had gripped me. Even when I was in college, before kids, I can remember worrying about the future…what if I got sick, or didn’t ever get married, or have children. What if I died before living my dreams? Not one of those things came true, and I worried for so many days, nights, and weeks.

Yet, had they come true…would the worrying had stopped it? NO. God would have had me exactly where He wanted me. So there is nothing to worry about because He controls the future and He knows it already and He has planned it all for good.

There is nothing to worry about because I do know that my life and those I love WILL end someday, and I know WHERE I am going...and there is no fear. Holding onto things here is futile, because my will to hold onto them, is not what keeps them here.

“Can any one of you by worrying add a single hour to your life?
Matthew 6:27

It has taken me so long to make even baby steps in this area, and many times it was one step forward and two steps back. Yet since we moved into our home and things have been going so well, I even started to worry…when will it end? When will the rug be pulled out from us? When will we sink into the valley from this mountaintop? And you know what…I am missing out on the beauty of the moment HERE when I do that- I have SO much to enjoy right now, that is preposterous to sit here and worry when it will end. Otherwise, I am missing out on the beautiful gift of each moment.

“Yet you do not know what tomorrow will bring. 
What is your life? 
For you are a mist that appears for a little time and then vanishes. 
Instead you ought to say, 
“If the Lord wills, we will live and do this or that.”
James 4:14-15

All I know is today God has given me a mission. Right Here. Right now. Because if I were to meet Him face to face tonight, would I want my last moments to have been spent worrying about a nonexistent future? The last moments be spent in lack of faith? The beauty is, HE has every day numbered already and our job is to walk in faith waiting for it all to unfold, without trying to control the wrinkles in the unfolding. We are just to pursue each day in faith.

So, here I sit knowing that even my wasted time of worrying was not fully wasted because it did teach me, but oh, that I had LOVED those days instead of spending them in needless worry. So, all I can do now is muster up every ounce of faith, and know that this moment has already been planned by Him, even my typing of these words has been planned by Him…and walk each step of the day in His will trusting Him with all. I will live each moment knowing that whatever the future holds, hard times or bliss…He has made every step for a purpose.

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Is It “Just” Stuff…

Moving can really test you. Here I am amidst a sea of boxes, many I didn’t even know existed up there in the attic these past twelve years…they’ve been home to cobwebs and little stinkbugs…out of sight, out of mind.

As each one came slowly down from the attic, I couldn’t believe how much was up there. It like one of those clown cars where they keep coming out…over and over…box after box.

I peered inside…some were really just junk. Easy decision. Toss it. Simplify, simplify, simplify. After all, I’m the lady who writes about simplifying. Purge. Only take what’s necessary. I keep repeating these things.

And then, I slowly peel back the fraying cardboard box, the somewhat musty and dusty smell hits me, and it’s like I am swirling back in time...years and years, way back. Way before the days of mommy hood, even before adulthood. Boxes of memories. Pictures, letters, trinkets, things of the past (lots of times I’d rather forget…the high school box…the difficult years) start flooding my eyes. I don’t even know where to begin. I find my baby book, my 8th grade year book, pictures of loved ones long passed, notes, cards…it’s almost too much. I save that box for another time.

Then there’s the big Rubbermaid bin of my daughters elementary years. The time she learned to write her name, her first books, her first phonics lessons, her math, her Cubbies vest, her scribbles and scrabbles.

“Do we really need to take all of that stuff?” my husband asks. “No,” I think. “We do not need to hold onto these things. After all, I haven’t looked at them in years, and didn’t even know they were up there. ”

But, as I unfold that tattered and worn paper, with her very first sentence written on it…the memories…the scared mom who didn’t want to homeschool…the little bucked tooth girl who I taught to read…and write…and do math…all the while, not knowing what the future would hold…and here I am in the future…knowing how it turned out. My past collides with my present. Memories flood my mind.

I start to dump the whole box into the garbage. Until, suddenly, I can’t. I just can’t. I start piling it all back into the Rubbermaid bin.

So, where do we draw the line on this simplicity stuff?
I know some of it is just stuff…but it is also a living testimony that shows where we have been and what we have become.

It really is just “stuff.” Yet, it is very hard to part with. So, I make the decisions on what to keep and what to part with. Part of the past I don’t want to remember, but it is what made up this life God has given me. The memories of my high school years, the years I dated my husband, our wedding, early parenthood. It is all such a part of this wonderful life He has given.

So, I sit here torn. I know it is just “stuff” and just one more thing to move. It will probably end up back in an attic for many more years, home to more little stinkbugs and cobwebs…but it is part of the legacy I leave. I think about my future adult kids…is that the next time these boxes will even get opened…when they clean out my things…someday…will they look through these things and see the legacy someday? I decide to keep some of it. Yes, I know I am simplifying, but there are some things that I just can’t let go.

Then I smile, I see what my eighth grade English teacher wrote in my yearbook…“Keep Writing…” Hmmm, isn’t it funny how life turns out. I never expected to be still writing…and here I am. Then I laugh, as I read a story I wrote and in red it reads, “Watch your tenses.” Something I still struggle with today. Oh, the past has a funny way of showing up…I am thankful for these reminders of who I am and where I was.

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Here Am I. Send Me.

It’s been a sullen start to the week. A tween daughter with emotions…watching those you love suffer…and just overall blahs.

Despite my mood, we managed to get quite a bit of work done today. We actually worked until 4 pm with a minimal break.

Thank you Lord, for the gift.

I also noticed tonight that it was not pitch dark out at 5pm.
Another praise.  (I loathe the early darkness in the winter)

I know when things are at the lowest, 
He is ready to take me to my highest!
Here am I Lord. Send me.

Then I heard the voice of the Lord saying, 
“Whom shall I send? And who will go for us?” 
And I said, “Here am I. Send me!”
Isaiah 6:8

This is my new prayer. Continually.  I am fully relying on His plan today, and His matter where takes me, or how hard it is.

I have been saved from the depths of darkness to someday live in eternal light and glory. I can’t sit around anymore and take that for granted…

Did you hear?
from eternal depths of darkness… 
to eternal light and glory!

Shout it!
Proclaim it!
Live for that alone!

I am fully relying on Him to do things in my life I never dreamed of!

After all, my life is not mine. It is His.

“Therefore, since we are surrounded by such a great cloud of witnesses, let us throw off everything that hinders and the sin that so easily entangles, and let us run with perseverance the race marked out for us.” Hebrews 12:1

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