When I worry, I know I’m not trusting God as much as I should.
And it’s a part of me I’m still working on.
I’ve always been someone who thinks things through. Always planning, preparing, and trying to make wise decisions. But somewhere along the way, that planning slowly morphed into worrying, and worrying started to masquerade as responsibility.
I’ve told myself that it’s normal to worry about my children, my marriage, my future, and whether I’ve made the right choices in life. And maybe in some ways, that’s true. But when I get quiet enough to really sit with those thoughts, I realize something deeper.
I’m not trusting God.
Worry, at its core, is my attempt to carry what only God can hold. And that’s something I’ve had to come to terms with.
I know the Scripture says, “Lean not on your own understanding.” But that’s easier said than done when life feels overwhelming. People will ask, “How do you just turn it off?” How do you stop worrying? How do you not care?
But that’s the thing.
It’s not about caring less.
It’s about recognizing that worry doesn’t protect anything. It doesn’t secure the outcome. It just drains my peace and distracts me from God’s presence.
So I’ve started asking myself a simple question:
What’s the worst that could happen?
And most of the time, the answer is… It’s not even that bad. Or, if it is, I know God would carry me through it. Because He always has and always will.
Worry is rooted in the fear that things won’t go my way. But faith says, even if they don’t, I’ll still be okay.
Because God’s way is better, even when I don’t understand it.
Even when it hurts.
Even when it doesn’t look like what I prayed for.
So I try to remind myself again and again:
Faith isn’t the absence of fear.
It’s the presence of trust.
And the more I choose to trust God, the less I feel the need to control everything.
I’m not perfect at this; I still have moments when I overthink and panic.
But I’m learning to release the grip.
To pray instead of panic.
To trade the illusion of being in control for the peace of surrender.
Because even when I don’t see it, God is still working.
For me, not against me.
I have come to the understanding that when I worry, I know I’m not trusting God, and it steals my joy.
So the next time you feel worry creeping in, ask yourself the question I’m asking you now:
What has worry ever given you that faith couldn’t replace?
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