When I was a kid, I vividly remember conversations with the other boys in the neighborhood about the killer bee swarm that was growing by the day, migrating from somewhere exotic toward the U.S., and that within 5 years, we’d all be defending our lives daily to avoid succumbing to the swarm that would’ve grown to the size of Delaware. This was urban legend before urban legends were a thing.
Now, I look back on that story 40+ years later, and none of it ever happened. But for 1 summer at age 8, I was convinced… to the point that I’d lay in bed at night and allow myself to believe that the sound of the junebug buzzing against the window screen was really the first of the killer bees coming to get me.
My point in this bit of reminiscing is that, if you and I allow ourselves to, we can worry a whole lot. About stuff that we can’t control, and stuff that will probably never actually happen, like the bees.
Jesus was pretty clear that he’s not a fan of worrying… He says “Can any one of you by worrying add a single hour to your life?” I’m making a fresh commitment to worry and stress less about the things that I have no control over, and to trust in the fact that Jesus promises to take care of us completely.
What do you need to stop worrying about?