Too often I fill myself with worry about things I cannot control.
I ruminate about what concerns me.
I fret about the future, wondering if I can twist it into a shape pleasing to me.
I cling to anxious thoughts as cheap substitutes for prayer.
St. Augustine (who said some real dumb things about women in his day) said this:
"God wants to give us something but cannot,
because our hands are full - there's nowhere for God to put it."
Augustine's simplistic thought captured me today and made me wonder what God might fill my hands with if I but dropped all that does not satisfy.
Worry, rumination, fretting, anxiety. Why do I clasp them to me as if they have something to offer?
Have they ever provided me with what they promise?
What if I drop them, just for today, and open myself up to the possibility that God just might have something better up his sleeve?