I write this for the ones like me, the worriers. The people who cannot think about the next five minutes without worrying about something that might happen. I write this for others who can relate, but to be honest I write it for myself as well. I worry I am not pleasing others, I worry I am not doing what is right for me, I worry I disappointed people, I worry that I am doing everything wrong.

Is worrying about everything ever going to fix anything? No. We have a loving Father who does not want us to have worrying hearts. We never want to doubt that Jesus is who he says he is and will meet you where you are in the midst of your worry and give you peace, because that’s what is true no matter how many times I have tried to blow that off and just keep worrying. I was talking to a friend the other day when she started telling me of things she had been going through that were leaving her worried and overwhelmed. I told her not to worry because Jesus does not want us to be overwhelmed or to feel like we are sinking in an ocean of feeling overwhelmed. Then I was overcome with a sense of guilt and conviction because I just spoke words that I just can’t admit to always applying to my life. I get in that same ocean of feeling overwhelmed and I try not to drown by using my own strength but every time I do that, I get pulled under. It is His strength alone that can stop me from drowning. It is his hand I should reach for when I just cannot do it on my own.

There are so many reasons to worry, which means there are so many reasons to drop to our knees and pray to the God that restores a new hope in us that we can’t find anywhere else. We have a God who is immeasurably more than any worry we choose to fill our hearts with. We have a God who chooses to love you and walk right next to us in the midst of your crazy seasons of worry and doubt, and that is something I wish I could say I cling too every day, but I don’t. I am human and I often lose sight of the idea that I have a GOOD Father who chooses to stick with me through the messy parts of life.

I know that without Jesus, there is no way I would make it out of those bad days, bad weeks, or bad months. I know that I can cling to truth when I feel the weight of my problems crashing in on me. How beautiful is it that the same God who gave sight to the blind wants to give us a new set of eyes in which we see Him and only Him, eyes that we set on Him and never look back. Eyes that show us that we shouldn’t fill our hearts with worry, but with joy. Joy that only comes from the only one who true joy comes from, Jesus.