When I was a child, I worried.
Oh, how I worried!
Fear was an unwelcome companion that visited me often.
Mostly, I worried about the possible destructive decisions that others in my family might make.
What might happen?
What would I do?
What could I do?
It was an intense worry, laden with the uncertainty of the next moment.
There was a particular day in my childhood when the circumstances seemed too much for me to bear.
I simply prayed and told God that I just couldn’t do it.
What happened next was a great assurance from God that He was there, ready to handle the struggle that was before me.
Events began to unfold within a short period of time that relieved me of what I felt was my responsibility.
What began to happen was so completely out of the ordinary that I realized that God was answering my plea for help.
I have never forgotten that day.
I have never forgotten God’s faithfulness to me as a young child.
“Therefore I tell you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat or drink; or about your body, what you will wear. Is not life more important than food, and the body more important than clothes? Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they? Who of you by worrying can add a single hour to his life?" —Matthew 6:25-27