There is something I do not have right now. Something that is seen as a need by others–and by me. There is a need for this thing. I have been doing what I can to fill this need. So far without success. Because this circumstance in my life–this lack of something–rarely a day goes by that someone does not ask me “aren’t you worried”?
At first I was surprised by this question, then annoyed, then amused and now perplexed. The dictionary says of worry; a troubled state of mind, persistent doubt or fear that produces strong mental agitation, to feel uneasy, anxious, distressed, to be uncomfortable, unhappy, wretched, cheerless, in despair. Is this what people are expecting to see in me? Because of this missing piece I should be wretched, unhappy, cheerless?
This is not to say I do not have some concerns but they are not overwhelming. Some days are not as good as others but truly life is good. There is much to be thankful for. The sun shines and sometimes it rains. I am healthy–with a few aches and pains now and then. I have my cats to sit on my lap and listen to me when I am not making sense–and to occasionally hack up a hairball to keep it all in perspective. I have friends that care about me, encourage me, make me laugh and sometimes tell me the things I do not want to hear. There are people I love–and some of them love me back. Everyday is new with new opportunities and possibilities.
The Lord is at hand; do not be anxious about anything, but in everything by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be known to God. And the peace of God, which surpasses all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.
It seems to me that there is a choice to be made here. Accept worry as the dictionary defines it or do with it as God says. Why would anyone choose the first and be wretched when we can live the second and have peace?