Sunday, February 27, 2011
Don't Worry About Your Life
In my family my mother, God bless her, is the worrier. I often say that no one else in the family need worry because Mom has got it covered; she worries enough for all of us. Jesus, in the Gospel today, tells us not to worry because God, our Heavenly Father knows what we need and will provide for us.
I myself have never been much of a worrier~not because my faith is so great~it is just that I never saw the point of getting all worked up about things we have no control over. My worrying is not going to change the outcome. Now before returning to my faith, that's pretty much where my thought process on worry stopped. However, now looking at things from a faith based view, I take it a step further. I still don't worry, but I do pray. I find folding my hands in prayer is much more productive than wringing them in worry. By praying during times of stress, fear, tragedy or whatever else has got my attention, I am giving the situation to God~the only One who can truly do anything about whatever it is.
If we can surrender our lives totally to God, seeking Him first in everything, all else will fall into place~perhaps not as we planned, but as God did.
As St Padre Pio said: "Pray, hope and don't worry."
Psalm 45: Canticle of Love to the King
My heart overflows with a good theme;
I address my verses to the King;
My tongue is the pen of a ready writer.
You are fairer than the sons of men;
Grace is poured upon Your lips;
Therefore God has blessed You forever.
Gird Your sword on Your thigh, O Mighty One,
In Your splendor and Your majesty!
And in Your majesty ride on victoriously,
For the cause of truth and meekness and righteousness;
Let Your right hand teach You awesome things.
Your arrows are sharp;
The peoples fall under You;
Your arrows are in the heart of the King’s enemies.
Your throne, O God, is forever and ever;
A scepter of uprightness is the scepter of Your kingdom.
You have loved righteousness and hated wickedness;
Therefore God, Your God, has anointed You
With the oil of joy above Your fellows.
All Your garments are fragrant with myrrh and aloes and cassia;
Out of ivory palaces stringed instruments have made You glad.
Kings’ daughters are among Your noble ladies;
At Your right hand stands the queen in gold from Ophir.