Have you ever felt worry bubbling over inside your mind? A few years ago, we visited the story of two women, Worry and Concern, and followed a portion of their days. We wondered what might have happened to them over the time that has transpired between then and now.
Will you join me as I venture into the allegory of Worry and Concern, Revisited?
WORRIED ABOUT MANY THINGS
She remembered that when she last felt the shackles around her feet, she had collapsed onto the floor of her home. It was the worry of that very home that had consumed her.
After all, this constant companion that seemed to dog her every waking hour was a worthy opponent: worry about her health, worry about her abilities, worry about her shelter, and finally worry about her life. Where was the answer?
She could not find the answer, so she began her usual habit of pacing around her room. The shackles tightened with every pass. How would she ever find a way to live out her final days? Was what the doctors said really true? Had her illness now progressed to terminal?
CONCERNED, BUT FINDING HOPE
Across town, another woman was also facing a memory. She had told her neighbors that she knew God would take care of her, even if the diagnosis for her illness continued to get worse. Could she believe her own words?
The weight of the concern upon her heart threatened to pull her down. How would she manage with this new terminal diagnosis? Where was the hope for living out her days in this lonely home?
She knew where her answer lay, so she began her usual habit: she pulled out her Bible and asked the Lord of her life to meet her concerns. She searched the pages, opening to where her study had landed just the day before:
Even to your old age and gray hairs
I am he, I am he who will sustain you.
I will sustain you and I will rescue you. Isaiah 46:4
She felt one lone tear trickle down her cheek, and then the floodgates opened. Her name was Concern and she knew where her hope would cling.
GOD STRIPS WORRY AND GIVES REST
For those of you who have prayed for me as the Prayer Coordinator of Chronic Joy’s Prayer Pond, I am immensely thankful — but I have a confession to make: in this allegory that the Lord has given me, I have been both these women.
Worry runs so deeply in my family that I vowed I would never become a worrier. So instead of voicing my worries out loud to everyone, I tucked them inside and thought no one would ever know. Ah, but it does no good to tuck worry away—it will always find a way to manifest itself.
Over these years since my first chronic illness diagnosis, God has stripped away the layers and revealed to me the ways that worry has eaten at my heart. Then when my husband joined the ranks of chronic illness sufferers and we were faced with his terminal diagnosis, I heard another whisper from my Lord.
Will you let me slow your pacing and give you a place to rest?
I would love to invite you to join me over at Chronic Joy to read the rest of this post. God has been so gracious to help me continue sharing the gifts of writing He has placed in my heart in these times of decreasing strength and illness.
As the Lord has blessed me to hand over the position of Chronic Joy’s Prayer Coordinator to my dear friend, Melody Bollinger, I am thankful to remain here in this place of blogging for a few more months.
Click here to read the rest of this post, and the final chapter for Worry and Concern.