Worry is the burlap bag of burdens. It’s overflowing with “whaddifs” and “howells.” Whaddif after all my dieting, I find out lettuce is fattening and chocolate isn’t? Howell will we pay our baby’s tuition? Whaddifs and Howells. The burlap bag of worry. Cumbersome. Chunky. Unattractive. Scratchy. Irritating to carry and impossible to give away.
No one wants your worries. Truth is, you don’t want them either. No one has to remind you of the high cost of anxiety, but I will anyway. Worry divides the mind. It splits our energy between today’s priorities and tomorrow’s problems. The result is half-minded living.
Hebrews 4:16 encourages us to “boldly approach the throne of our gracious God, where we may receive mercy and in his grace find timely help.” God’s help is timely! God will do the right thing at the right time. And what a difference that makes.
