Hukuna Matata...right?

Matthew 6:25-34
    "25 “That is why I tell you not to worry about everyday life—whether you have enough food and drink, or enough clothes to wear. Isn’t life more than food, and your body more than clothing?26 Look at the birds. They don’t plant or harvest or store food in barns, for your heavenly Father feeds them. And aren’t you far more valuable to him than they are?
27 Can all your worries add a single moment to your life?28 “And why worry about your clothing? Look at the lilies of the field and how they grow. They don’t work or make their clothing,29 yet Solomon in all his glory was not dressed as beautifully as they are.
30 And if God cares so wonderfully for wildflowers that are here today and thrown into the fire tomorrow, he will certainly care for you. Why do you have so little faith? 31 “So don’t worry about these things, saying, ‘What will we eat? What will we drink? What will we wear?’32 These things dominate the thoughts of unbelievers, but your heavenly Father already knows all your needs.
33 Seek the Kingdom of Godt above all else, and live righteously, and he will give you everything you need.
34 “So don’t worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will bring its own worries. Today’s trouble is enough for today."

I know this is a long section of scripture, but I needed to have the whole section to write my blog today. Today is the first blog entry of 2012 (I'm such a slacker huh?) and part of the reason it's my first is because of exactly what this verse is talking about. Worry, and faith; well lack there of really. I know I've posted about my fears associated with this pregnancy; and let me tell you that the moment I wrote those fears down, I was much better about laying them at God's feet. Here's my problem: once I laid those down, I seemed to develop NEW fears!

Let me explain a thing or two. We already have established that I'm a planner; and that being a parent is about as far as you can get from being able to control a plan! I think I've already established that I'm a "rules" person as well; meaning I don't like to be in trouble. What does all of this have to do with my fears, and lack of faith in believing those fears? Well I'm not sure that they even really connect anywhere but in my mind. As I see it, sometimes my fears are based on "what if I do this wrong and get in trouble?" how silly is that? REAL silly, not only is that unlikely to happen...if it DOES happen, my God is a forgiving God! That point was driven home to me this morning as I was reading about worrying. Verse 30 says "30 And if God cares so wonderfully for wildflowers that are here today and thrown into the fire tomorrow, he will certainly care for you. Why do you have so little faith?" Right there in black and white, I could see that my worrying was actually a lack of faith. Since I started this blog (just about about a year ago now) I've been exploring what I thought was a study in patience; and while I have learned a lot about that subject, I've discovered that patience is directly related to faith. I'm not sure why it surprised me that worrying is directly linked to a LACK of faith then, but it did!

I recently got to spend some time visiting with my family and when I'd tell my mom about my worrying; and what it was that was worrying me; she'd give me the typical mom answer of "why? that's nothing to worry about!" While it's good to hear that, it wasn't exactly what my heart was looking for at that moment. Sometimes our parents can be harsh; but then so can God. Jesus plainly said that worrying was showing a lack of faith, and that's harsh; but so did my mom only I didn't see it that way. In fact, when we were growing up, I used to hear my mom say "praise the Lord" all the time and I started to notice that I heard it more often if she was struggling with something or frustrated with something. I asked her about it, and she said that she was practicing what she'd learned as a child "in all things, Praise the Lord". Psalm 34:1 says " I will praise the LORD at all times. I will constantly speak his praises." and to my mom that meant even when she was scared or lonely; praise the Lord. To her it meant, when I don't know how this bill is going to be paid, or where this next meal is going to come from; Praise the Lord. My sister and I have adapted this but shorten it to PTL. I'll randomly say PTL and will get the most curious looks from people; which gives me an opportunity to explain it all to them!

In my worrying I'm learning some valuable lessons. The lessons are leading me straight back to my faith. I was going to pick a new word for the year 2012, but the more I look at it, the more I'm thinking I'll stick with my journey to learn patience, after all what would require more patience then having a baby right? And while I'm learning more about patience, I'm planning on learning so much more about my faith and how they are connected. Come along on the journey with me, who knows what gems I might find in the word this year!