What will I serve for dinner that will please all? Can I find the money to get my kids out of the house and take them somewhere fun? Am I spending enough time with my family as well as taking the time to work on my current manuscript? Will my son’s cold turn into a sickle cell pain crisis? Is my oldest son’s headache something more? Will I be able to make all my bills this month?
Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah. It’s incessant. The thoughts will go all day long if I let them. And when I do, and I finally get into bed, I’m exhausted. I’m so tired my body seems to hum in its stupor. I want to close my eyes and let a night of dreamless sleep take over. But my brain is not quiet. It’s still going. I am overwhelmed.
It’s in these times that I take a mental grip of myself. I have to remind myself that thinking, running myself into the ground, is not going to answer any one of my questions. But instead, it will tug at me and weigh me down into I’m walking around like Eeyore.
Then I recall the words of Psalm 55:22, “Cast thy burden upon the Lord, and he shall sustain thee: he shall never suffer the righteous to be moved” (KJV).
Then my lists turn into prayers as I lift my lips and call out to the God who hears my supplication. Then I am flooded with the peace that passes all understanding as I go from overwhelmed to peaceful.