It’s dinner time, and I have one of those giant Costco lasagnas in the oven. Guess what we’ll be eating for the next four days? I woke up really early this morning again to try and get a handle of my projects and things. Between virtual school, meals, sibling fighting and house chores I don’t have much time to sit in front of the computer or run or whatever. So I squeeze it all in in the morning, because I’m a nicer person if I get it all done in peace and quiet. So I was nice today.
I am going to get Bible-y now. There’s that verse in which Jesus says something along the lines of ‘don’t be anxious for tomorrow…yada yada.’ I’m paraphrasing, but that’s the gist. It’s controversial because I think people always understand this to mean, don’t plan, don’t care, don’t worry; be a bum on the street because, who cares? You’ll have treasures in heaven like eternal life!
Anyway there’s a lot of worrying going on around the world about jobs. But it occurred to me this morning that this Christian call to not worry, in particular about job stuff, applies to me as well even though I’m not the bread winner. My worrying, it turns out, takes the form of frustration for not having answers to things like, are we moving in the fall? Can I pay off this car loan right now? Because I would really like to do these things, you know, cross things off the list. Maybe if I settle into the mystery and uncertainty of things, as it relates to my personal to-do list, that will be me practicing my faith to not worry.