Anxiety

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There is so much to worry about in our world.
Sometimes, we don't call it worry. We call it anxiety or the desire for control. We call it frustration or being annoyed. We call it being overwhelmed. Our language has a knack for euphemisms that can get us into trouble.
Because the honest truth is that it's sin. That's it. I know, I know, that's so harsh-sounding. We make it sound so palatable and innocent when we say that we are anxious or worried, but here's what we mean.
We mean that we don't trust God to take care of us in this situation.
We think that we can take care of ourselves better than He can.
We think that if only one thing were changed, our lives would be effortless.
We want to decide what happens to us.
We desire a life of ease, relatively free of complications.
We think that God doesn't really love us, because if He did, we wouldn't be in this situation.
It's His fault we are worrying in the first place.

See how ridiculous that sounds? I hope so. Because honestly, the root of our worry is pride. So listen to the command of our Savior:
"Do not worry then, saying 'What will we eat?' or 'What will we drink?' or 'What will we wear for clothing?' For the Gentiles eagerly seek all these things; for your heavenly Father knows that need all these things. But seek first His kingdom and His righteousness, and all these things will be added to you." Matthew 6: 31-33
I need this word today also, and I pray that you are blessed by it. Soli Deo Gloria.