What? Me worry?

I admit as a boy, sneaking off to read Mad magazine. I was Alfred E. Neuman, and he was me. Nerdy. Loveable. And a thoughtful realist.

His mantra, “What? Me worry?” became my personal answer to all of life’s problems. Homework. Parents. Siblings. Friends. None of that stuff mattered. I was the teflon kid.

Of course, that’s what I wanted everyone to believe.

The truth is, I worried. And I still do.

I justify it as “concern” or better yet, “prayerful concern.” I’ve never suffered an ulcer, but I’ve lost many hours of sleep. I’ve never been on medication, but I’ve let worry interfere with my life.

Here’s the list: Work, relatoinships, kids, neighbors, money, vehicles, future, retirement and the weather. If I think about it, the list could go on and on, but you get the point.

This much I know. I am so far away from Jesus injunction to not let life get me down.  
“Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own.”

He used the lilies, the sparrow and field grass as divine illustrations of His provential care.

Part of maturing is trusting Him to follow through. I hope one day to stand up to life, with that silly little grin on my face as I say with all sincerity and truth “What? Me worry?”

Bonnie Gray, at Faith Barista, is keeping faith fresh with weekly discussions. This week’s round up is on letting go of worry. Check it out here.