Stress, God, Stress
Jon Acuff at Stuff Christians Like has a great analogy he refers to as Booty, God, Booty. It’s a humorous reminder that sometimes we act like we’re right with God while we focus entirely on ourselves. It’s better than that, though, you should read it.
Anyway, I’ve realized that coming from a line of chronic worriers, I do a similar thing, but it’d be more appropriately called Stress, God, Stress. In incredibly stressful circumstances, I’ll worry and worry and worry. Then, when God clearly intervenes in the situation and clears it up so much better than I can imagine, I spend a little bit of time in a right relationship to Him — thankful, worshipful, giving Him the glory. My problem is that minutes, or hours, or — in really good times — days later, I end up right back into worry and self-generated stress.
Around the Mackay household, we often comment to each other about our son’s insistence on food. He gets pretty serious about it sometimes. After we get him settled in to eat, I’ll say to my wife, “Goodness, you’d think we had at some point not fed him.” The thing is, every time he’s needed food, he’s gotten food. Every time. Yet, he still doesn’t trust that when he asks for “Yunch” (pronouncing Ls is so hard), he’s going to get lunch.
I can be that way, too. Except, I can usually pronounce my Ls.
Line of chronic worriers? Who be dat?
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Seriously, good post!
Love and bananas,
AD