Skip to main content

10 Things I Worry About (a Finish the Sentence Friday post)

It has been too long since I have participated in a Finish the Sentence Friday prompt, and here it is Sunday evening and I'm not sure I'll even get a post written before the link-up closes. 

1. I worry I will post something that doesn't really matter.

2. I worry I won't post anything because I'll run out of time.

3. I worry that I am not a real worrier; am I even allowed to participate?

4. I worry that I should be a worrier but am not.

5. I worry that what I am claiming are worries are not big enough.

And so it goes. 

Even though I am not a worrier, I can occasionally worry (usually when I'm tired but not sleeping, which fortunately doesn't happen often) and I've learned that what I really worry about falls into a big category called, "I CAN'T CONTROL THIS."

Now, since there are billions of things outside my control, how can I not be a worrier? 

I recognize my limitations, but don't allow them to become excuses to do nothing. (I can't solve the problem of homelessness, for example, but I can buy lunch for a hungry person, for example.)

I try to make peace with the constraint of the clock and calendar. (I will never accomplish all the tasks; there will always be more that I could do. I need to be content with how I use my time and not worry about the things that didn't get done.)

I remember that time heals many wounds, maturity comes with age, and people grow and develop at individual rates. (I can be patient with myself and others.)

I cling to faith in God, and have hope that He will turn the wrongs right again, in His way and in His timing. (Unfathomably bad things happen in this life. I can do what I can to alleviate suffering and trust that some day, somehow, peace, justice, and mercy will come.) 

Because "perfect love casteth out fear" (1 John 4:18), I can calm my worries when I focus on loving God, and my neighbor as myself.

I could worry that my way of dealing with worries will be viewed as simplistic, and that I will be judged as a simple-minded soul but . . . I'm not worried. 😊


(Thanks to Kristi and Kenya for hosting the Finish the Sentence Friday link-up, and for Lizzi for this week's prompt. Hopefully I will remember what I have written the next time insomnia strikes!)


Pin It

Comments

  1. While I still struggle with banishing all the worries from my little worry wart brain, I do find that focusing on God and how strong He is helps me. I love putting my Spotify list to my Praise station and listening to that while I take deep breaths and that helps a lot. You have a lot of great suggestions that used all together can help in most situations. :) You sound a lot like my husband and how he deals with worries, and I'm trying hard to learn from him on how to view life. It's a work in progress.

    ReplyDelete
  2. :) I love the ending! So true. I probably worry too much but I'm working on it. I like the similarities in the overall message of our posts and I worry about posting things that don't matter too but in the end, all of it matters. I really think that's true. I'm glad you linked up with your worries (and lack thereof). Here's to doing what we can and knowing it's enough.

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. I noticed the similarities, too. I imagine you are right that writing does matter, and I know that the more I can write, the more I can develop that skill.

      Delete
  3. I love that your brought scriptures into this. Whenever I am worrying about something I cannot control I say, "God is in control" but of course I go back to worrying about it. I like your way of thinking.

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. I remember a specific situation that was very troubling for me, and literally the only time I felt at peace was when I was focused on God. Even though I couldn't figure out how things were going to work out, when I allowed myself to focus on God, I felt peace that the situation would resolve. In time, it did, and I learned that my own worrying had done nothing but make me feel sick.

      Delete

Post a Comment

Conversations are so much nicer when more than one person does the talking. :-) Please leave a comment and let me know your thoughts; I'd love to hear from you!

Popular posts from this blog

Ten Things of Thankful: Dad's Influence Edition

Infant-me, sitting on the wood floor, looks up at my dad, who is sitting on a brown sofa and smiling down to me Here in the United States, it is Father's Day weekend. I did not realize until recently that Father's Day was not officially made a holiday until 1972. 1972! Now, while I realize that many people consider 1972 eons ago, I do not. I'm glad that fathers have a day of recognition now, because they surely deserve acknowledgement.  I thought for this week's Ten Things of Thankful post, I would list ten lessons I'm thankful my dad taught me. My dad is a teacher. Not only did he impart his knowledge to countless junior high aged kids throughout his career, he taught--and still teaches--my siblings and me. He is not a preachy teacher; he's a humble man whose lessons I feel like I learned through osmosis. When he would get home from work, we'd all sit down as a family for supper. Often, our phone would ring, and on the other end of the line would be a paren

Ten Things of Thankful: Summer Strawberries and Procrastinated Projects

A brilliantly-colored dark pink and purple fuchsia blossom You would think that by the time a person reaches my age, she would not be surprised by the passing of time, yet I find myself nearly constantly amazed that a certain amount of time has passed--whether that be a week, month, year, or couple of decades. Earlier this year, I planted a garden. Yesterday I harvested my first strawberry. Earlier this year, I also planted fuchsia starts, and now the flowers are blooming. How is that possible? (And why am I surprised?) Sometime around the turn of the century (and it still seems strange to use that phrase about the year 2000), we bought a circa 1935 dresser. It needed some TLC, but had a cool curvy front. This past week, I finally got around to applying some Restor-A-Finish and Feed-N-Wax, and now the dresser still looks old, but not dilapidated. I still need to apply some hide glue to some loose pieces, but I'm counting progress as a win. For as long as I can remember, I've be

Ten Things of Thankful: From Sunrise to Moonset

Cars and trucks on a highway travel toward the rising sun                                    John and I made a quick, task-oriented trip to California last week. We wore our masks and stayed at an acceptable social distance from others (which is hard for grandchildren to understand, but we mostly succeeded.) We're now home, and at the "I need a vacation to recover from my 'vacation' " stage, which makes sitting down to compose a TToT post a bit of a challenge. However, I know that I will feel better by the end of this post, so bear with me if you will.  1. I'm thankful that we had no problems with traffic going there or coming home. We left our hotel at about quarter to four on Friday morning. The early start, fewer families traveling this year, or, most likely, a combination of the two, made for an easy drive.  2. I'm thankful for books to help pass the time. We haven't actually finished yet (as I was reading aloud, and my voice can only last for so l