Acts 2: 24 Whom God hath raised up, having loosed the pains
of death: because it was not possible that he should be holden of it.
Don’t Worry
Last week, I knew something was wrong, we had missed a
Sunday service and Adam came to me mid week saying, “Mom, you’ll probably never
hear me say this again, but I think we need to go to church.”
Sunday came and no whining about the early wake-up call to
Adam, we went to a wonderful service. He came home and said, “I got my answer.”
What answer, I thought. But then I remembered that
the service was about not worrying and I thought he might be worrying about
something needlessly. I won’t go into details out of respect for his privacy,
but needless to say, he had been worrying about something and he felt the only
answer would be in a church sermon, and ironically, Sunday’s service was
catered just for him. What an awesome God.
We all tend to worry. Am I doing enough? Can I do more? How
will I pay my bills? Is God leading me? All of these are natural worries but
Pastor Dave says that they’re not LEGITIMATE worries. Legitimate concern is when your son or daughter is having a
medical issue. THAT is legitimate concern, but worrying about bills? If you can
do more than you’re already doing? They are needless worries.
You see, if we have truly given ourselves to God, He’s
already handling everything. Worrying is NOT from God! God has you where you
are at this very moment and knows and understands your concerns. He’s walking
with you. Get it?
Now it was my time to worry. Adam came home with a clean
bill of health after the doctor sent him on his way saying he could find
nothing wrong. Adam and I were relieved. To celebrate I came home and made some
chili-dogs. You know, the kind where the hot dog is oozing with chili? I paid
for it, dearly.
The burn came almost immediately. Something like indigestion
only stronger and more painful. No Rolaid, no Maalox, no nothing was relieving
the burn. I almost felt like I was having a heart attack and my hours were
numbered. I’d die right here on the sofa. With no worry, I just lay with my
heating pad close to where the pain was coming from, passing on dinner.
The pain was so bad I just lay for hours and didn’t even go
to bed. Oh, I tried but returned to the sofa so I could whine without waking
everyone. My arthritis in my back doesn’t like me immobile for long periods so
when I went to get up the next day, my legs were like jell-o. I stayed on the
sofa going in and out of sleep the entire day, not even getting up to shower.
Steven was home that day and he made me some toast and butter that I had
requested and all was okay.
I felt weak the entire day, and I did make it to bed but
still, although the burn was gone I was in pain. Thursday came and I was so
hungry. I wanted something light in fear the burn would return. I had a peanut
butter and jelly on toast and it came back, lightly this time, so I passed on dinner
AGAIN! No morning coffee, no dinner meal, I should be tearing my hair out at
this point, right? Well, no, I wasn’t, instead I was remembering Sunday’s
sermon, ‘Don’t worry’.
Friday I woke, made some coffee but only had one cup. Yeah,
coffee isn’t all THAT good for you. With scarce internet (that’s a whole
different story) I tried to Google my problem. What else is one to do when a
doctor is not affordable? I had warned Adam of Googling his symptoms because
he’d find out he’s dying! And here I was, Google my friend.
The good news is, I’m not dying, I think I may have GERD, a
gastro esophagus reflux disease. Yeah, self-diagnosis via Google, not a good
idea but it gives you a round-about idea of what’s wrong. It did give me some
things that I could safely eat and oatmeal, which I had, was one of them. Time
to boil some water and eat me some oatmeal. By this time I was starving so a
bowl of oatmeal hit my stomach like a ton of bricks! And guess what? No burn!!!
Woohoo! Look out dinner! I’m having oatmeal.
Right now I’m attempting to eat a ham sandwich. I’m only
having a half of a sandwich because I don’t want to make myself sick from
over-indulging because I’m starving. Whatever the case may be, I’m not
worrying. I’m taking the blows as they come, going to change some eating habits
like spicy foods and tomatoes and such and maybe I, with the power of God,
might nip this thing in the bum!
