I stress way too much.
Today I was driving and while stopped at a light I noticed a tree with its bare branches and the lingering moisture of the fog clinging to its knobby chutes. As I sat there captivated, I realized that trees just do what they do. Once they’ve been planted, they just grow. They don’t worry about their shape, or fret in the direction that their branches take off. They bud when the weather is warm enough and bloom when their buds have grown enough. They dance when the breeze blows by and stand stoically when the stormy season brings its torrents. As the months go by and the leaves start changing colors, one tree doesn’t look to another and think, “They’re not changing their colors yet, so I better wait.” or “I’m going to be the first one to change colors this year!” they just change when the conditions are right. A tree doesn’t choose to hold onto its leaves or choose when to let go of them as winter approaches, it just does what it was created to do.
Of course, a tree has no ability for thought or emotion. I’m not lost on that. My point is, and my realization in this moment was that I stress way too much. I have been firmly planted in God’s kingdom as one of His daughters. Why should I spend my time worrying? As Christ-followers, why do we allow ourselves to buckle in fear and bend to anxiety? The relief I have found is knowing that I am not alone in this. Not even in the days when Jesus was walking the dusty streets. In the book of Matthew, He addresses this very subject dead on…
“Therefore I tell you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat or drink; or about your body, what you will wear. Is not life more than food, and the body more than clothes? Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they? Can any one of you by worrying add a single hour to your life? And why do you worry about clothes? See how the flowers of the field grow. They do not labor or spin. Yet I tell you that not even Solomon in all his splendor was dressed like one of these. If that is how God clothes the grass of the field, which is here today and tomorrow is thrown into the fire, will he not much more clothe you—you of little faith? So do not worry, saying, ‘What shall we eat?’ or ‘What shall we drink?’ or ‘What shall we wear?’ For the pagans run after all these things, and your heavenly Father knows that you need them. But seek first his kingdom and his righteousness, and all these things will be given to you as well. Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own.
I absolutely love how God is always willing to meet us where we are at even if it’s a place we’ve been before. For me, personally, stress about #allthethings is a daily struggle. I would venture to say it is for you, too. We live in such a busy culture and it seems that busy-ness and stress are BFFs that you can’t separate. But what if we said no to all of that and chose to wake up and live our day with complete trust and reliance in the Almighty God? What if we just did what we were created to do, love others. What if we didn’t compare our leaves or fruit or blossoms to that of another and instead just offered what we had to the praise and glory of our Creator?
I want less stress and more trust in Jesus. What about you?