No Worries

I,  sadly am an expert worrier. SO I AM SENDING THIS RE-POST. Can’t get enough of trading worries for peace.

I have heard in recovery group meetings, “Worrying is like being on your front porch, furiously rocking in your rocking chair, but going nowhere.”

That’s me, some days. For instance lately I worry that my need to encourage those not interested in faith, those with universal faiths, as well as my fellow Christians, will be misunderstood.

However, there’s a reason I feel led to share with you in this way.

I had a life with…

first a child-like faith from my devout Beppe en Pake (grandparents) and mother, then no faith from age 6 to 15 – when I was already a young cynic, then a growing faith in a Higher Power, and finally a return to the faith of my childhood.

Back to worry. When Don and I were in Australia 4 years ago, I had

two LIGHT messages

1. The trip, was a gift, unexpectedly earned through my husband’s work. Grace. It came in a manner that had nothing to do with intensely trying to reach a goal, although my husband had worked hard. It had nothing to do with worrying, just Grace.
2. Everywhere I went, if I started to anxiously ask…I always heard, the same answer,  “No worries.” So if I said,

“How do I…?

“What if I….”

“I think I’m lost, could you…”

“I’m sorry I…”  the answer was

always the same, “NO WORRIES….”

Multiple time each day, I had opportunity to contemplate this common Australian phrase. I carried, “No worries,” back home  with me. I even had time to reflect that some of my expert-worrier-ways relate to my parents, especially Pappie (Dad) who could find the dark part of every fluffy cloud. I know where he got that habit, all those years of suffering and alertness in his younger World War II years, but he wanted freedom from worries, and so do I. So join in.

Perhaps you want to LIGHTly say today with me,

Please help me to drop worry today. Help me to gently catch my worries and give each one up in prayer or in a talk with a friend.

Help me instead

to remember the following

Yesterday is history,

tomorrow is a mystery.

Today is a gift,

that’s why we call it the present.

(sometimes attributed to Eleanor Roosevelt, sometimes considered ‘anonymous’)

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