I love summer, even when it’s long and hot with drought conditions. People worry. God tells His people not to fear 365 times in the Bible. Yet, we still do. Sometimes I think we’re wired to worry. If we don’t have something to worry about, we worry about that. Worry is like insurance: very expensive, seldom needed. There is always a cost. Stomach problems, sleepless nights, depression, angst, heart problems…
Worry is also a sign to examine our faith. Do we believe God when He tells us we have nothing to fear? Is He sovereign? Does He really have a plan when the whole world looks like its going to hell in a hand basket?
The days turned cool. The breeze came up. We had a chilly night.
The next morning, the trees were dressed up for celebration. Shades of orange, pink, red, and after a hard breeze, streets of gold.
A few days later, we had rain. Lots of it!
When Rick and I drove to church, the fields were vibrant, almost neon green. No amount of watering and irrigation brings about that color. It’s God-green.
Am I worried? Not anymore. I believe God, and when God says 365 times not to worry, I’m going to decide (when the temptation comes) NOT to worry. It’s a choice.
No matter how bad things seem on this fallen planet of ours, we’re in very Good Hands. And I’m not talking about All State.