Pouring rain woke me hours before dawn. With coffee in hand, I slipped quietly onto the screen porch and settled into my comfy chair.
Thank you Father for the sound of this rain-for the soft warm breeze-a respite in winter.
Before I could go on a loud thought, like an emergency news bulletin interrupting a television show, crashed into my brain.
It’s Monday morning…lots of people have to be on the road this morning. There will be wrecks, maybe terrible wrecks–
Father, be with everyone in traffic this morning, keep commuters safe from harm. I deliberately turn my mind back to prayer because this is what I’ve learned to do when worry screams loud. But before I could finish the prayer another loud thought bullied it’s way through,
This peaceful Monday morning could turn on a dime if someone I love is in a horrible wreck because of the rain…
This time, with the mention of my loved ones, my mind races for a few seconds. Instead of immediately turning to prayer I take an inventory of my family and which ones will be on the road this morning.
Father keep Mike safe, and Timothy, and …. I continue, praying over every name. By the time I’m done my heart is beating a little faster and the rain no longer sounds quite so peaceful. It actually sounds a little dangerous. The before dawn darkness that just a minute ago was gently bringing in a new day, is now ominous and has me longing for light.
Why do I do this Father, look for disaster behind the blessing?
“Be anxious for nothing, but in everything by prayer and supplication, with thanksgiving, let your requests be made known to God”
The verse from Philippians answers me back and I remember what I left out of my prayer…
Thank you for your protection this morning…thank you for keeping those so precious to me safe. I trust you with the day Father, with my family and friends…with the rain…with the slow and steady rain. Thank you for your peace, I can almost breathe it in…
Full circle. I was back to giving thanks for the sweetness of the morning.
When worry comes in strong and I turn to prayer, that’s only half the battle. If I stop there, I’m still thinking about my worries. It’s only when I continue with thanksgiving for prayers answered and remind myself that I’m putting my trust in God that worry begins to evaporate and peace wins.
Some of you, hopefully most of you, don’t struggle with loud worrisome thoughts. But a few of you can probably relate. Over the years I’ve discovered the way to peace is exactly what I did that morning…
~pray about the worrisome thought
~thank the Father for answering my prayers
~remind myself that I trust Him…however He chooses to answer
If you have a tendency to look for disaster behind the blessing how do you deal with it?