“Can any of you by worrying, add a single hour to your life?” (Matthew 6:27)
I think we all do it, worrying at times about this or that. But is the majority of that worry really ever worth it? And doesn’t it frequently seem that some of that worrying often causes us to miss out on something else in life. Case in point, there have been a number of times that my blog’s website has experienced serious technical issues. Most of them have usually been out of my control and due to a problem with my domain provider, except that never was able to stop me from incessantly worrying about it so much so, that my life usually came to a screeching halt because of it. I’d avoid answering phone calls from loved ones, cancel various recovery commitments and social engagements, and even avoid spending time with my own partner, all the while keeping myself glued to my computer screen until it got fixed. But just the other day, when I found myself once again facing this very thing, unable to login to the database that contains the repository of all my blog articles, my phone rang. It was my best friend from Boston ringing for our weekly scheduled call to catch up. As my heart raced about this inability to login to my site, I heard a small voice inside that said to let it go for now and that it’d be ok. For once I listened. I got up and left the vicinity of my computer, headed into my bedroom, and then gave my friend from Boston my entire attention. And wouldn’t you know it, when I returned to my computer approximately thirty minutes later, the problem was gone and I was able to login to my site successfully once again. So, thank you God for the simple reminder of how worrying really doesn’t ever add a single hour to my life, or in this case how it actually might have taken away about thirty minutes from it, if I hadn’t listened to your little nudge from within.
I pray that I may never let worry consume and overwhelm me to the point of missing out on life, and that I will always remember and trust how things have a way of resolving themselves in the time they’re meant to.
Peace, love, light, and joy,
Andrew Arthur Dawson
