Worry sits on one side, trust on the other. Two enemies that could (should??) be friends. Friends who have each other’s back when life gets complicated and crazy.
I find it disheartening—not sure if this is the right word or not—that I can experience both at the same time. Worrying about something not going right, while at the same time trusting God’s plan. Then worrying some more about whether the mere existence of worry means that I’m failing to truly trust God’s plan. This is the ‘enemy’ side of the issue for me.
On the ‘friend’ side of the issue, I recognize how worry creates space in which I embrace or acknowledge the struggle, slowly becoming aware of God’s presence in my life, then ultimately shifting my thoughts toward total surrender to God—His plan for my life.
It is by virtue of the very struggle, the all-consuming worry, that I am driven toward (redirected back into?) His awaiting arms. He, who never gives up, waits with outstretched arms to embrace me and my big, ugly human emotions.
-Jesus, I Trust in You!-