It’s Thursday, But Sunday’s a Coming

“Therefore do not be anxious about tomorrow, for tomorrow will be anxious for itself. Sufficient for the day is its own trouble.” Matthew 6:34

I’ve always been a worrier. Or at least I thought I was a worrier. And then I became a mom.


If worrying were a sport, I’d have broken world records by now.

A few weeks ago, I came face to face with how desensitized I have become to the sin of worry. We live in a culture where it is assumed–nearly required–that women worry. We’ve equated worry with love. If I don’t worry about the people in my life, I don’t care enough about them. Right?

If worry were a human being, it’d be so much easier to see how harmful it is.

It speaks lies. It believes the worst. It forgets God. It saps energy. It ruins joy. It destroys relationships.

But it’s a feeling, so it’s harmless. Or not.

Beginning this week, my Sunday posts will be the product of dozens of hours of study on the topic of worry. I hope you’ll join the conversation.

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