Worrier or Warrior?

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And which of you by being anxious can add a single hour to his span of life?  Matthew 6:27

“Mom, you’ve always been a worrier.”

Those weren’t exactly the words I wanted to hear today. 

Things just haven’t gone the way I’d have chosen them to go today.

I’m waiting (Oh, no!!! Not waiting!) an extra day to get results I needed to get today to monitor my bloods clotting ability.

I’ve been put on a 30-day heart monitor before GI tests can be determined to be safe for me.

I ache.

I hurt.

And yes, I worry.


I don’t want to write those words.  

I got so defensive when my son confronted me.

“You’d worry too if you had had a stroke and had your heart stop and …..” I trailed off miffed.

I felt this little voice prodding me.

“But you survived, didn’t you?  Didn’t I take care of you?  Aren’t you here … now …?”

Grudgingly, I had to admit that once again, I worry over what I cannot control.

Sometimes I wonder how long it will take me to learn that worry doesn’t benefit me?

Oh, I tried to nicey-nice it up and say I was concerned.  Truth is … I was worried.

I’m really struggling with this concept.  I keep finding verses to read, to learn, to hold near me.

Probably the one that hits me the hardest is the one at the top of this post.  I cannot add one hour, one minute, or one second to my life by worrying.

And God has brought me through every day I have worried about until this moment.

You’d think that would stick, wouldn’t you?

I don’t know if you are a “worrier” like I am.

I do know that is not how I desire to be.  

Kind of funny - as I just looked at the word “worrier” and realized how close it is to warrior.  

I think of another portion  of Scripture.  I know it is a bit of a long read.  I know you probably know it already.  But, I’d ask that you’d read this through carefully.  I believe it contains much truth as to how we can conquer worry.

Finally, be strong in the Lord and in the strength of his might. Put on the whole armor of God, that you may be able to stand against the schemes of the devil.  For we do not wrestle against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the authorities, against the cosmic powers over this present darkness, against the spiritual forces of evil in the heavenly places. Therefore take up the whole armor of God, that you may be able to withstand in the evil day, and having done all, to stand firm. Stand therefore, having fastened on the belt of truth, and having put on the breastplate of righteousness,  and, as shoes for your feet, having put on the readiness given by the gospel of peace. In all circumstances take up the shield of faith, with which you can extinguish all the flaming darts of the evil one; and take the helmet of salvation, and the sword of the Spirit, which is the word of God, praying at all times in the Spirit, with all prayer and supplication. To that end keep alert with all perseverance, making supplication for all the saints, and also for me, that words may be given to me in opening my mouth boldly to proclaim the mystery of the gospel, for which I am an ambassador in chains, that I may declare it boldly, as I ought to speak. Ephesians 6:10-20

Isn’t that what we are?  Ambassadors in chains?  Don’t our illnesses and challenges hold us back from where we might desire to go?

And shouldn’t the Gospel be our message to the world?  A world that might see a warrior where a worrier once stood.

Stand firm, dear ones … stand firm.

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