This is a short, little, out-of-the-blue conversation I had this morning with my 6 year old daughter.
Gabrielle: Mama, are tornados real?
Gabrielle: Will Aunt Kristy be sucked up? (Worried look on face)
Gabrielle: Oh good! (Relieved look on face)
As she went blissfully skipping away I chuckled to myself and wondered where that little worry came from. It amused me even more that she was relieved simply by what I told her. She believed it, was relieved by it, and physically manifests her complete trust with a sweet smile as she went about with her life.
What do I worry about? Surely my worries are much more serious and important than those of my child. But are they really? She was gravely distressed by the thought of her aunt being sucked up in a tornado. Are her feelings very much different from mine when I am concerned about all the “what-ifs”?
But my daughter made a good choice. She went to a reliable source to verify the validity of her preoccupation. And when she indeed found out that she was mistaken in her perception of reality she simply changed.
When I am worried who do I talk to? Nobody. Do I bottle it up and let it fester? Yes. Do I file it away in my mind thereby assigning it importance? Usually, yes.
Now, though, this encounter with my daughter showed me that it would be better if I took my worries to a verifiable source: God. That I would choose to believe what he said. And that I would simply change, trusting what he said to be the absolute truth.
Cast all your anxiety on him because he cares for you. (I Peter 5:7)
I tell you the truth, anyone who will not receive the kingdom of God like a little child will never enter it. (Mark 10:15)
What do you do when you are worried?