A couple of weeks ago I gave up worrying for Lent. Seems silly but I don’t do well with giving up things like chocolate or pasta. I end up elbow deep in a box of Godiva’s in my closet like a crack addict and feeling shamed. This time I redirected my fast to something more beneficial in my little world; worrying less, praying more.
It runs in the blood of the White family to worry. So true is the dedication of the White family’s worrying that I can promise you right now wherever my little daddy is, he is worrying about something. As a natural born worrier and control freak (of course they go hand in hand), I have recently tried hard for the “Let go, let God” approach to life. I was reminded by a dear friend of mine, “you won’t stop worrying altogether; you’ll stop yourself a little quicker and get better at not worrying”. I am trying hard to remember that, like strength training, not worrying is a muscle to be flexed and built over time.
I’ve been getting a soul workout on Tuesday nights where I let out my inner bible thumper at a women’s small group bible study. These women bring light and joy to my week. Per the Big Guy’s usual he showed up and gave me a talking to through part of our lesson. It seems my idea to fast from worry and rid myself of being a worry wart isn’t as original as I thought. Below is a piece of the lesson from last Tuesday. This fast/feast diet is a marvelous method to fill your heart and starve your bother.
Fast from pessimism; feast on optimism.
Fast from worry; feast on divine order.
Fast from complaining; feast on appreciation.
Fast from negatives; feast on affirmatives.
Fast from unrelenting pressures; feast on unceasing prayer.
Fast from hostility; feast on non-resistance.
Fast from bitterness; feast on forgiveness.
Fast from self-concern; feast on compassion for others.
♥ How can we grow in spiritual stature this Lent?
I am learning slowly but surely, the only way to cure a case of the worry warts is with a good dose of faith. Worry less, pray more. A prescription worth filling.