I Worried

I have a friend who worries a lot. I worry…I worry about my kids, my parents, did I forget to turn off the iron, did I remember to send that email, did I get that project done correctly? But, I sleep well at night. I trust that God’s got this and I sleep like a baby. (Meaning I often get up at night, but I do go right back to sleep!)

Jesus says, “don’t worry.” (Matthew 6:25-34) I think he means it.

One of my favorite poets is Mary Oliver. (I suppose you’ve noticed, as there have been a few Mary Oliver posts on here.) This poem on worry seems to be a good response to Jesus’ words. Let’s go with that.

I Worried
By Mary Oliver

I worried a lot. Will the garden grow, will the rivers
flow in the right direction, will the earth turn
as it was taught, and if not, how shall
I correct it?

Was I right, was I wrong, will I be forgiven,
can I do better?

Will I ever be able to sing, even the sparrows
can do it and I am, well,
hopeless.

Is my eyesight fading or am I just imagining it,
am I going to get rheumatism,
lockjaw, dementia?

Finally I saw that worrying had come to nothing.
And gave it up. And took my old boy
and went out into the morning,
and sang.

We’ll be looking for you tomorrow at 9:00 or 10:30 a.m. We’ll remind one another: “Steep your life in God-reality, God-initiative, God-provisions. Don’t worry about missing out. You’ll find all your everyday human concerns will be met.” Matt 6:32-33 Msg

Grace and peace,
Vikki


 

 


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