Stressing and Freaking Out

For All who Stress about their Mess

For all you who worry
and fret and stress
about things to do
and about your mess:

"That is good," said the fish.
"He has gone away. Yes.
But your mother will come.
She will find this big mess!
And this mess is so big
and so deep and so tall,
We can not pick it up.
There is no way at all!"

Just a reminder from the great Dr. Seuss, panicking is for uptight fish.

There are so many times that a situation just seems completely impossible, and there is no way out. Fortunately. . .we have something better than the Cat in the Hat! (I know, the shock and disbelief at that statement knows no bounds, but still!)
The sermon I heard yesterday said to trust God--why do we worry? We have to remember all the ways God has pulled us out of sticky spots in the past. He always does, and he's always faithful. And yet, sometimes life seems hopeless, and I feel as if there is no possible reason for what is happening around me, and to me. And I worry about things I can't change, and wouldn't even know what the best thing to do was.
And all the time, God is up there watching me, gently telling me, "Jasmine, honey, I'm in control. Hellooooo. Worrying, freaking out, panicking, it's all just the devil's way of taking your mind off of me, and disturbing the peace that I have given you. Now come back home." And it takes me a while sometimes to hear that. Once I do, it still sometimes seems to take me too long to actually pay attention and obey. Sigh.