Do you ever wonder how far fretting ever gets us?
I wonder. I wonder hard, and long, after a strenuous and trying week of finals, now that I have the time to breathe and think and ponder on sun-kissed days.
And I read those feel-good verses or messages that say to not stress so much, but still most days I find myself just… frustrated.
And I chuckle, and wonder if that person ever had a worry in their life.
But maybe we all have those moments, yes? Those moments when we realize that the constant stress, the constant worry, the constant fret wears the soul down over time, like waves on the rocks by the shore?
Maybe it’s even a mode of our own self-destruction?
“Cease from anger, and forsake wrath; Do not fret—it only causes harm.”
It’s always easy when the seas are smooth. But there comes a time when our once-strong hearts have to face the bitter storms that come our way.
And at times we wonder if we will drown?
“So Peter got out of the boat and walked on the water and came to Jesus. 30 But when he saw the wind,[c] he was afraid, and beginning to sink he cried out, “Lord, save me.” 31 Jesus immediately reached out his hand and took hold of him, saying to him, “O you of little faith, why did you doubt?” 32 And when they got into the boat, the wind ceased.”
Oh, you of little faith.
Yes, you, that girl who woke up Monday morning, getting ready for school, and the dreaded final to come.
Yes, you, that girl who cried that morning.
Yes, you, that girl who sometimes feels like you have to be perfect, have to ace that final, or else.
Yes, that girl who had to pray and pray that she would not cry during that final.
All that stress amounted to nothing. I aced my test, which is great. But there is one lesson I have had to learn over and over again through the years.
Everything is in God’s hands.