Monday, May 2, 2022
Before I went to work for myself in 2005, I worked for 25 years in corporate America. I came to dread Mondays, because I knew that a week of work-related stress was coming my way before I’d have a chance to decompress on the weekend…and start up the cycle again.
During that quarter-century, I was not a believer. In retrospect, that was a major shortcoming of my life at that time. Almost every day, I worried if I was doing a good enough job, if I was going to keep my career going in a company that seemed to be downsizing at every turn, if I was saving enough for retirement, if the projects I was managing were going to turn out on schedule and on budget… it was endless worry.
“These things dominate the thoughts of unbelievers, but your heavenly Father already knows all your needs.”
Matthew 6:32
With God in my life, I’ve learned to worry less. When a worry starts to seem insurmountable, I turn to prayer. What does God want me to do? Is the thing that has me worried all about me instead of Him? As my faith journey has continued, I’ve finally reached that “peace that surpasses all understanding” (Philippians 4:7) in many ways. That’s not to say that I don’t still worry, but at least I know who to turn to for peace.
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