Sound familiar MonsteRiser,
I Worry too! A lot. Well, maybe not a whole lot. But enough that I even worried about writing this blog.
I didn’t always Worry. Especially after I’d convinced myself that Worry was for the aimless souls who fretted over pointless stuff.
But still, I’d obsess, dragging myself through every conceivable thought process, in an effort to think of all the things that could go wrong. By the time I was done, I’d scripted, plotted, screened, produced and directed a whole soap opera. Seriously!
The truth is, we all Worry—about our family, children, money, careers, health, bills, home, relationships, and what other people think about us. Hell, we even worry about Worry!
I once heard someone say: You can Worry or you can pray but you can’t do both.
Imagine praying, pouring out your heart all the while being preoccupied with “what if’s” and “worse case” scenarios.
That would drive God nuts!
I know. Because there were many a day I was huddled on my knees praying and worrying, worrying and praying. Nevermind me, God was having none of it! Either I was going to worry or I was going to pray.
In the end, I chose to pray.
Prayer is powerful. But what is just as powerful is knowing . . .
Think about it: How often have you worried yourself into a manic frenzy, blowing things out of proportion, exaggerating until you made yourself sick? Speaking of making yourself sick.
Did you know that chronic worrying can affect your health?
Aside from triggering panic attacks, insomnia, fatigue, depression, head and body aches, it can also cause serious health problems such as high blood pressure, immune diseases, stroke, heart attack and even death.
I am enamored with a legendary story I once read about a man named Nick.
While Nick was a strong, healthy, brawny hard-working family man who was well-liked at his company, he had one major fault. He was a pessimist, who always worried about everything!
One afternoon after the train crew that Nick worked with left early for the day in honor of the foreman’s birthday, Accidentally, Nick was mistakenly locked inside an industrial-sized refrigerator boxcar.
Panicked, he banged on the door desperately calling for help until his fists bled and his voice became hoarse. No one could hear him.
Fearing the worse, Nick thought: “If I don’t get out of here, I’m going to freeze to death.”
Convinced he would die, Nick found a knife and started etching a letter to his family, chronicling his demise. He wrote about how cold he was, how his body was getting numb, and how he couldn’t write anymore because his fingers were beginning to freeze.
The next morning when the crew found Nick dead, not only did they discover his letter but that the freezer was never turned on and was well above 50 degrees. What’s more. The autopsy later revealed that Nick had indeed frozen to death.
Nick had literally worried himself to death. The thing he feared the most cost him his life!
Here’s the thing . . . While we may not get stuck and die in a freezer. We get stuck and we die a little EVERY TIME we worry. EVERY TIME we expect the worse. EVERY TIME we etch that letter in our minds and chronicle our demise.