Invisible Monster / Worry By Joy Sechler
I wave at the sky and twiddle my thumbs While tying my stomach in knots. I’m an artist of worry, my creative mind Spins reality far off the charts. I juggle frustration continually, Desperately gasping for breath, But the stories I weave become dramas; Uncontrolled, they grow – width and breadth. All I see are these bad circumstances, As they become the monsters of fright. If only my eyes could see through them And find out the fear was a lie. We wring out our heart beats for thoughts, We mindlessly grasp out at air, We breathe heavy for no rightful reason, There’s no need to pull out our hair. The creative mind God has given Runs wild with worry at times. What would happen if we learned to trust Him, And worry ran screaming from mind? I am leaving for Spain in 4 days. Though my thoughts tell me to freak out and be worried, I lean on the Lord, Jesus Christ, for support. He will work every detail out and I should not be worried because I am totally in His hands. Try trusting Him. Worry cannot abide in the person that has nothing to fear because the one who holds him/her is bigger than our circumstances. |