Hebrews 4:16 – Let us therefore draw near with confidence to the throne of grace, that we may receive mercy and may find grace to help in time of need. 
 
Have you been struggling and planning, worrying and sweating, crying and running at a furious pace, trying to move that mountain by yourself again? God asks that you “cast all your cares on Him because He cares for you” *(1 Peter 5:7)*. Think about what your worrying says to God when you refuse to give things over to Him. 
 
When you worry about money, you’re telling Him that He is unable to provide for His children, that although He has riches beyond belief in heaven, He is too stingy to share them with you. 
 
When you worry that no one understands you, you’re telling Him that although He has been with you since before you were formed in the womb and has carved you into the palm of His hand, He doesn’t know you. 
 
When you worry that you will not have enough food, you’re telling Him that although He rained down bread from heaven in the desert to feed His children, you are the one He’s forgotten. 
 
When you worry that your enemies will have victory over you, you’re telling God that, although He has given you spiritual battle gear to defend yourself, that despite His track record of being a giant slayer, a Red Sea divider, a lion mouth closer, and a furnace cooler, He can’t handle your co-worker, your neighbour, your former friend. 
 
When you worry that your children have decided to follow the world instead of your example, you’re telling God that He doesn’t keep His promises, that, despite the fact that you have raised them up in the way they should go, they’ll stray because, basically, He lied. 
 
When you worry because the doctors told you that children are impossible, that a cure is impossible, that healing is impossible, you’re telling Him that this world controls your fate. You’re saying that prayer time with Him is merely something to pass the time. You’re saying that although He can raise the dead, make a virgin conceive, open the womb of a woman well past eighty, heal a 12 year issue of blood, make the blind see, and the lame walk, He can’t help you. 
 
When you worry that you won’t be able to do enough to earn forgiveness, you’re telling Him, “That’s okay, Lord; no need for Your Son to die, I can earn my own forgiveness.” You’re acting like Jesus never died, or like there was no need for Him to go to the cross. 
 
When you worry that no one will love you, that you’ll be lonely for the rest of your life, you’re telling Him that His love is insufficient. You’re also saying that, although He has promised life more abundantly, He was lying, that despite the fact that He started off saying that it is not good that we be alone, He’s changed His mind. 
 
When you worry and refuse to give the problem over to Him, you’re telling Him that although He could create the world, He can’t handle what’s going on in your world, so *you* will. You are saying that He won’t work things out, that obstacles cannot be overcome, that mountains can’t be climbed, that healing cannot occur, that what is lost will not be found, that joy does not come in the morning, that He is not the God of a second chance, that the promised land has been swallowed up by the desert, and that you have explored the height, depth and width of His love and found it to fall short of your needs. 
 
Think about all that you’re saying to the one who loves you the most and who has all power. Really think about it. Then open your hands and release what you’ve been holding onto. Bow down on your knees and ask Him to forgive you for doubting Him. Walk away with a peaceful heart and note the footprints that go before you to straighten the crooked places, prepare a way in the wilderness and make water spring forth in the desert. 
 
“Do not fear, for I am with you; do not anxiously look about you, for I am your God. I will strengthen you, surely I will help you, surely I will uphold you with My righteous right hand.” (Isaiah 41:10) 
 
Prayer: Heavenly Father, forgive my nearsighted nature and pride. That is You around the bend, Lord; how could I not see You? How could I not trust You? Let me tell you, Jesus, all that is on my mind. I’m tired of standing in the rain. Allow me to find shelter under Your wings. My list of worries is long but so is Your patience. Allow me to begin… 

(Originally written by Kimberley Dubard, Arlington, Virginia, USA) [Edited]

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