What, Me Worry? Well Ya!

I am a worrier. This goes against all that God instructs and I fight the need to play out all scenarios to a situation I may find myself heading into. The ‘what-if’s’ hit and I can go from zero to sixty in less time than it takes me to type those words. I was reminded of this when I described how I found out I was pregnant with my youngest son. It had gone against all odds since I had taken medical steps to prevent it over a decade before.

God had other plans.

I was at the doctor’s for a check up and after poking and prodding me for a few minutes, he asked, “How long has this lump been here?”

I went zero to sixty in less than a heartbeat and began to cry. Lump = cancer, cancer = death. I didn’t want to die. I couldn’t speak.

He ignored my tears and commented, “I’m going to listen for a heartbeat.”

I looked at him in confusion.

“Tumors have heartbeats?”

It still didn’t sink in, and after getting the news, I still didn’t believe it. Even now, what, thirty-something years later, I am reminded of that particular little boy blessing that God gave me.

Not knowing the bigger picture sometimes drives me to stress needlessly. I have to remind myself to trust the process, to trust God to take care of whatever situation I may find myself in, so before I begin today’s agenda, I’ll pray that I head the stress off at the pass and ask God to take the reins.