Nourished and fed
I take all of the fun out of stuff a lot of times, by worrying. I'm getting better, but there are those times when I try to predict what's going to happen. To only leave me, after the fact, feeling really bad for not trusting our Lord.
Our insecurities take a toll on us. They can make us sick, they can rob us of sleep, they cast away all peace. If we could just not worry and just be happy, we wouldn't steal time, precious time, from ourselves. I don't know how many times, when evening has come and I'm sitting there, safe and sound. I say the words, "thank you my Lord, for getting me through today, I'm sorry I doubted you". Thinking before that, I was feeling like I was walking a tightrope, with no net. That's what I always forget in such times. The net. The net that always catches me before I fall. It's always there! But I place my hands outstretched and start walking with ever so much surety, until the rope starts wobbling a bit. Just enough to throw me into a state of worry. Then, after moments of composure, I step out again. Only this time, I'm not thinking about making it across to the other side. I'm thinking of how happy I am just to be walking.
There are so many things to be grateful for! Our worry is not gratitude to God. I think He shakes His finger at us saying, "uh, uh, uh, don't you dare!". If you've ever felt Him doing that to you, I believe that is His Grace, shining down on you. I've felt it. It's wonderful. It stops the worry, and allows me to be happy.