I’m a profuse worrier. I worry about worrying too much or sometimes worry that I’m not worrying enough. Other times when things are going swimmingly – I jog my mind for things to worry about.
Mix in the OCD and that makes for a jolly mix of psychosomatic symptoms.
God has helped me journey through some large worries that seems to get even bigger in the middle of the night. I look back and see how He made pathways in unlikely roads. I had to let go of the worries to make space for something better. C.S. Lewis quotes St. Augustine in his book The Problem of Pain, which clearly encapsulates the hard discovery I made: “God wants to give us something, but cannot, because our hands are full – there’s nowhere for Him to put it.”
To make room for the good, I’ve got to let go of the useless and profuse worries.
5 responses to “Profuse worrywart”
This is excellent, and I so relate–I call it multi-tasking, “fret and pray” or “pray and fret”. God bless you and your family 🙂
Thank you for your comment!!
I do a lot of “fret and pray” rather than the other way around. What a clever saying. God bless you too!
It’s nice to know I’m not alone 🙂
Who am I if I’m not worrying??
See the space that opens up when we ask ourselves that question …worrying is thinking …who would I be without that thought?😌
xxx
That’s a good question!! I would be a more cheerful Esther.
Worrying is thinking that’s gone a bit nutty. I would have much better days without worries weighing me down…big cloud of unknowns.
Thank you for sharing your insight!