We just got back from a vacation in Chicago.
It was a really wonderful time of refreshment.
Before we left there were ants trying to build an ant bed in our sunroom.
In my task oriented, worrier mode (and I think I was a little hormonal too) I was convinced that our not taking care of that before we left was going to result in our sunroom being completely taken over by ants while we were gone. As in, I had visions in my head of ant hills taller than us completely enveloping the sunroom upon our return.
We got back late last night, dead on our feet. I've been in the sunroom already a couple of times this morning but hadn't thought about the ants (although there were a couple of times on the trip that I wondered if they were busy taking over). Just now I walked in the sunroom to set a load of laundry to be folded by the couch. I remembered to peer around the other side of the couch where they had been.
I did not see traces of a single ant.
Not a single one.
When will I learn not to worry?
When will it really, fully sink in that God takes care of my needs?
I do not have to be anxious or consumed. I can sleep in peace at night without lying awake worrying over ant beds bigger than my head.
"Do not be anxious about anything, but in every situation, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God. And the peace of God which passes all understanding will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.
Finally, brothers and sisters, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable—if anything is excellent or praiseworthy—think about such things. Whatever you have learned or received or heard from me, or seen in me—put it into practice. And the God of peace will be with you."