This time last year I was on a 15-day trip to Israel! This was my second time to have the privilege of going, so I knew what was in store…well, sort of.
Our first trip to the Holy Land was great for the most part. It did involve rain…lots of it and some pretty cold weather, oh and also a night in a room with little heat. I loved being there, and was so thankful for the opportunity to see where my Savior lived and ministered and died for me. However, I wasn’t sure I’d ever want to make the trip again.
- The flight over is pretty long and grueling.
- The weather was nasty at times.
- It’s an expensive trip.
- Been there, done that.
Then my husband got the wonderful idea to take some of our church people over as a group. I hated for him to go “alone,” so, I knew “his” trip back meant “our” trip back. I prayed about whether or not to go along the second time. Then all my reasons for not going again began to be crossed off the list.
The flight over is pretty long and grueling. We were traveling with a bunch of our dear friends! Even the flight would be fun!
The weather was nasty at times. The weather prediction was pretty fabulous!
It’s an expensive trip. My husband’s trip was paid because he was the leader of the group. The Lord provided my expenses as we saved.
Been there, done that. A second trip would bring new, greater understandings.
Spite all those answers, I worried. I worried about the safety of the flight. I worried we might not come home. I worried about traveling home on Inauguration day and protesters…on and on my anxious thoughts went. Finally one day the Lord convicted me of this sin of worry. I was not trusting Him. I confessed and asked others to whom I had spilled my fretting to forgive me. I was now ready to travel!
We prayed much, packed our suitcases to bulging, and headed to Israel! That trip was one of the best experiences of my life! It was FULL of blessings – beautiful weather, floating in the Dead Sea, luxurious hotels, a perfect boat ride on the Sea of Galilee and getting to do it all with my husband, son-in-law and dear friends. My prayer partners/friends and I prayed on the Sea of Galilee, in the Mount of Olives, at the Garden Tomb and the Road to Emmaus. We laughed. We cried. We read God’s Word and marked up our Bibles. We sang. We ate falafel. We shopped. We snapped hundreds of pictures and we came home with our hearts so full we thought they would burst.
But that trip was nearly ruined.
Simply by my worry.
Those worries could’ve cause me to ditch it all and stay home and miss those blessings! Thank the Lord I didn’t carry it to that extreme. But even continued fretting would’ve kept me from enjoying every minute while I was there.
I’m grateful for the turning point before we left when I let it go. It kept me from ruining it all.
None of my fears happened.
None of them!
Have you ever worried about something so much that it changed your plans, or you took the matter into your own hands instead of making it a matter of serious prayer? Have you ever worried so much that it overcame your thoughts during the day and into the night? It might have been a relatively minor situation, but it plagued you.
Little worries can turn into big mistakes when we take over.
Little worries can ruin big plans.
Little worries can rob us of today’s giant blessings.
But this will only happen if we allow it!
The Lord commands us instead ~
Casting down imaginations, and every high thing that exalteth itself against the knowledge of God, and bringing into captivity every thought to the obedience of Christ;
Reign in your worries and pray about them, giving every detail to the Lord Who is in control of every inch, every second, every detail of it! Pray rather than letting worry ruin the trip of a lifetime or a simple day at home!
What worry is taking over your thoughts? What imaginations are running wild in your heart? Will you allow it to ruin the blessing of a lifetime or even this day? It’s your choice.