I come by worrying honestly. My daddy says they used to say if his mother, my Mama Camp, ran out of things to worry about she’d go borrow some from the neighbors.
I’ve never had to go looking for things, because my over-active mind can always make up a list of its own. Left alone, I’d worry up clouds on the sunniest day, churning them out of my thoughts like the heat boils them up on an August day.
But 1 Peter 5:7 tells us that’s broken thinking. “Cast all your anxiety (cares, as I learned it as a girl) on Him because He cares for you.”
I’ve known those words most of my life, but they practically jumped off the page at me this morning in The Message translation I’m reading.
Live carefree before God; He is most careful with you.
I’m not sure what ad person is responsible for planting the thought in my head, but as a child of the 1970s, the word carefree makes my mind see these beautiful young women with long flowing hair running through a green field in the sunlight. The soft-focus filter — or maybe in those days just Vaseline on the lens — gives everything an almost heavenly glow.
That field isn’t just a place to visit but a place where we should live. Why? Because we’re before God.
We are before God who is stronger than our problems, bigger than our fears; who loves us fiercely; who forgives us readily; and, as the second part of the verse adds, is most careful with us.
But don’t think us when you read that. Think that He is taking directly to you and directly to me. God cares for us as individuals, not just the us where I’m on the back row and maybe He didn’t notice I’m there.
Careful. Protective. Caring. Loving. He’s got this — whatever this is — so there’s no need for us to be anxious or worry. Only to trust Him, obey Him, and rest in the glory of His eternal light.