Oh my gosh. Last week was frantic. Hectic. In fact, it may have brought out a few latent OCD tendencies. And, in somewhat uncharacteristic fashion, I reached out for help.
My friends stepped up. They stepped up in huge ways. Within a few days, the external thing I was worried about, the one that could be controlled and helped along by them, was essentially solved. Not only eased, but eradicated. We’ve been discussing The Ask, about why it’s hard, and yet how not asking steals joy from someone else. My friend Denise wrote, “Asking for help is difficult because it exposes our vulnerabilities.” She’s right.
While the external stuff is nearly sorted out, the internal battle continues. For many of us, internal battles are seldom so easily won. The frantic moments of the things I can control give way to the frantic waiting for the things and people I can’t.
It’s so much harder to solve the internal struggle because I have studied the strategies Self Doubt employs against You’ve Got This, and the countermove What Could Go Wrong will use against What Could Go Right. I’m quite familiar with the tactics You’re Not Good Enough will use against Of Course You Are, and the sneaky underhanded slickness of Good Luck With That against Have Faith In This.
It is another of life’s mysteries for which logic fails.
Look at the birds in the sky. They do not store food for winter. They don’t plant gardens. They do not sow or reap—and yet, they are always fed because your heavenly Father feeds them. And you are even more precious to Him than a beautiful bird. If He looks after them, of course He will look after you. Worrying does not do any good;who here can claim to add even an hour to his life by worrying?
It is, ironically, the birds of the sky which ground me, once again. What grounds you?