I was fretting this morning over a future happening…how it is going to take place, how I’m going to have to grit my teeth and bear it, how I am going to be made to look the fool…and I heard me asking God to help me handle this future happening with grace and dignity.
Then I heard the words (or they came to mind), “Love, laugh, let go.”
I realized these words were not about the projected happening. They were about looking at myself in the midst of my fret, accepting that I’m being the God of my own understanding. That’s all worry is, actually…playing God in my mind as if this non-event is mine to arrange or un-arrange…then fooling myself by asking God, with a bunch of humble words, for help to be cool…or, in truth, to look cool.
God is not in the facade, God is in the heart.
Thank you.
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