Life never quite delivers upon the promises of our fears. We worry for our impending days—how we’ll possibly get through. We fret. Somehow, however, it always works out and somehow it works out very differently to how we first imagined it would. This pattern is normal to life.
So, why should fear psych us out?
One recent weekend I dreaded. The anticipation was nothing to write home about. In fact, there was so much work to do I was almost looking forward to Monday. Too much to do, for me, intuits fear; fear of not doing all I need to do. It speaks to my innate drivenness.
Yet, as the weekend unfolded, not only was I keeping up with my tasks—and finding sufficient time to do that which revives me (i.e. write)—I was feeling uplifted as they went off as planned.
My fear had turned positive into motivation. I actually powered through the weekend and even my interactions with family were inspiring. I simply connected the work required with the social need and resisted the temptation to shriek in the mental presence of the impending “deadlines.”
Fear is really a folly but it is only via faith that we can know this—in each moment. We push past the fear in patience—with our tasks, the people around us, and our environment in general.
Time is an awkward schema. It looks limited and very linear; we hardly suppose how things might be connected and how God can even slow time (our perception of it) in response to our obedience to simply do all we can i.e. be diligent.
All things are not always what they seem. It is amazing what we can achieve with an open mind and patience at every turn.
© 2010 S. J. Wickham.