P.S. I tweaked this poem after Shel Silverstein’s poem (found here). My friend had asked me to write about worry in our MOPS newsletter and this is what popped into my head. It made me giggle.
P.S. Let’s talk about worry. It does sneak up on us, especially at night when we finally slow down enough to think. But God commands us not to worry — it doesn’t really accomplish anything besides getting us into a tizzy (See Matthew 6:25-34). Worrying doesn’t solve my problems, I don’t gain anything from it, and it is self-seeking. On the other hand, when I give my worry to God, I know that He will guide me through whatever I’m facing. He may not solve my problem and it may not disappear, but He promises peace to me. Next time the Whatifs strike you, rest in God’s promise that if He takes care of the birds, He will certainly take care of you (Matthew 6:26).