One of my all time favorite Brother Scott sermons was concerning Mary at the tomb.
She worried. All night long. She worried about how she would handle the body of her Lord, how she would be able to move such a large stone all alone, how would she be able to do this, how would she, how could she, how how how???
But when she arrived the next day, the stone was rolled away and His body was no longer there. Her worries became pointless and were really pointless all along.
95% of what we worry about never happens. We worry and we fret and we worry some more only to find that it was energy so furiously wasted.
So...I have taken to an idea of filing my worries with Jay at the Desk.
Do you know Jay at the Desk?
No you don't because he's just the man at the desk that
you don't remember
you can't recall
blends in with his surroundings
makes no noise
causes no commotion
Jay at the Desk
file your worries with Jay at the Desk
and instead do something that does matter...
plant the marigolds that you are able to plant
stain the stair rail when you can
move the rocks that don't hurt your back
hang the sweet babypeep notes somewhere you can see them often
and have a glass of wine with someone you love at the end of the day and
cast your cares.
Trust me...this is easier said than done..but it's worth