#hopebeatsworry

It’s a thousand little things that add up to a few big things. Commonplace, everyday concerns and happenings pile on top of each other, fusing together, combining their power until they’re one mass, a huge, living conglomerate that’s more powerful than the sum of its parts, brought to life through pure worry. A Worry Elemental, if you will.

Fortunately, the flaw of every elemental creature is that it has a fatal opposite. And the opposite of worry is hope.

I worry that my body will always be sick and broken; I hope that I will be fully healed.

I worry that I’m a bad mom; I hope that my kid will turn out great.

I worry that my husband’s spirit is broken; I hope that he’ll see his worth.

I worry that I’m a bad friend; I hope that I’m secretly great.

I worry that we’ll be forced to move to a home that will limit us and make us sad; I hope that there’s a perfect place for us that will be available soon.

I worry that our car will break down permanently; I hope there’s a better one waiting for us.

I worry that I’ll never write regularly again; I hope that there will be another season for that.

I worry that my dad or my siblings will die while I’m far away; I hope they will know Jesus so we’ll see each other again.

I worry that I’m disappointing God; I hope that, because of Christ, I never am.