Woe! It’s Wednesday: Stressed is Desserts Spelled Backwards

I’ve been very hit and miss with blog posts for a couple of months now. I hope to get back to our regularly scheduled postings starting this week.

stressI’ve mentioned that our family is in a season of stress and testing right now.

Some days I feel like the stress ball, being squeezed and compressed. Some days I feel like the squeezer, angry and taking it out on an innocent little blob of rubber.

The truth is probably somewhere in between.

My family is telling me I’m stressed.

My body is telling me I’m stressed.

My doctor is telling me I’m stressed. DSCN4579

I get it. I agree.

But where I’m at a loss is what to do about it. Just checking out isn’t an option.

A long trip would be nice but wouldn’t solve anything.

Well, it actually might. I’d come back relaxed, but the problems would still be here and nothing will have changed.  And I’d be poorer, both literally and emotionally for spending time in the land of denial.

So, we limp through the days and weeks, clinging to each other and God. Because when you I clear all the superfluous stuff, and just lean on God, He makes it possible to not just “get through” it, but to emerge with joy and peace and a confidence that surpasses all logic.

We’re  I’m not there yet.

But I have hope.

Woe! It’s Wednesday: Scared to Death? Or Scared to Peace?

The world is a scary place.

School shootings.

Domestic violence.

Road rage.

Mama Snooki. 

People are running to buy guns and ammo as fast as others are decrying the availability of weapons.

Two centuries ago people didn’t worry about car accidents or road rage. They just dreaded small pox and influenza.

One hundred years ago, random violence was limited to gangsters and feuds. But typhoid and lead poisoning were common.

Even twenty years ago some of our everyday annoyances were unknown. For instance, updating a piece of software on your computer and it hijacks your search program and instead of getting search results from Google, the computer has been brain washed and insists on sending you to ask.com for results. I’m so frustrated right now that I’m tempted to resort to some computing violence.

Anyway, my point is that there have always been worry-making issues in life. Whether it was roaming bandits, diphtheria, or assault weapons, mankind has never lived a life free of worry.

We can let it cripple us. Or we can get up, dust ourselves off, and dive back in.

When Stud Muffin was in law enforcement I was often asked about how much I worried. I truthfully said I very rarely worried.

I made a conscious decision that I would not live my life in fear of what might happen. I’d rather deal with the here and now.

Matthew  6:34 says it well: Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own.

I’d rather spend my today concerned about its trouble. Tomorrow’s worry will arrive soon enough.

Now, I have to roll up my metaphorical sleeves and figure out how to get rid of this annoying  search engine hijack. I’ve done all the uninstalls, resets, etc. This is today’s worry. Tomorrow it will be something else.

It’s the way of us humankinds.