March 13th

March 13th

Read: Psalm 18:28-36; Psalm 27:1-7; Philippians 4:4-9

When I talk with our children and grandchildren on the phone, the distance between us is great, about 2800 miles. They tell me not to worry about them. I tell them I would rather pray than worry, because the latter is unproductive and stressful. My Father in Heaven has taught me that peace, joy, even hope depart when I begin to worry. Actually, in a way, worry denies God’s power and desire to work good for His children. It may even deny His very existence. He has taught me to trust Him fully, no matter what the need over the telephone.

ANXIETY SYNDROME
Even as fog conceals the shapes
That orient the eye,
So it is that fear beclouds
The truths that ’round us life.

Even as the driven snow
Conceals green springtime grass,
So it is that worry hides
The joys as moments pass.

Fear and worry etch deep lines
Upon a troubled face
And, deep inside, anxiety
Doth push peace from its place.

Hope is crowded from the heart
‘Til it forgets to dream,
And the mind is pent in hateful dark,
Not seeing love’s bright beam.

There’s a choice that makes it right,
That mends the worry-flawed;
Give up the anxious moments
And choose to trust in God.

Prayer: Dear Father, thank You for teaching me to trust You for all things. Help me to show others how much I trust You and how worthy of my trust You are.