When life gives you lemons, make lemonade. Right? What happens when life gives you anchovies?
Well, that is what I am trying to figure out. Anchovies. What good can come from those stinky, slimy, nasty things? Nothing is my first thought. Nothing at all. Life stinks sometimes. It does. It's even more frustrating when people (trying to be nice, I know) say, "Oh, look at the bright side!" or "You are so positive, I don't see how you do it"
I slap on a happy face and assume no one can see through me. I know you can relate. It's easier to smile and be happy than show others how you feel and have to explain it over and over. It's exhausting.
I'll be honest. My life has been mostly lemons and lemonade. I cannot complain too much. I just feel like the anchovies have taken over the past month and we are struggling. We are sad, angry, confused, and most of all worried. It's just another hurdle we need to jump. We will make it. It'll be fine, but man, getting through it sometimes feels like it can never make you stronger.
Worry is something I try not to do. My health is more important than letting worry take control of my life. I am an avid churchgoer and have been a believer most of my life. I have to remind myself lately if I worry, what does that say to God? My worrying lets Him know I don't have enough faith for Him to see us through. Worry is my worst enemy. All the "what ifs". All the "could have beens". It never ends.
But, then I stop.
I remember I serve a God who healed the sick and raised the dead. I serve a God who saw me through time and time again. I serve a God who saved my wretched soul and gave me a life beyond what I knew could be. How is this different? That's easy. It's not. He will see us through again like always and we just have to trust Him. That is easier said than done for sure, but ya know what? Worrying is for the birds, but we still do it. We are human. It is so easy to forget what our God can do in the hustle and bustle of everyday life, but man does He show us time and again what He is capable of. I see it in the face of my baby girl, in the heart of my husband, in the arms of my church. I see it in my best friends' messages checking on me and in my coworkers' genuine care for my well-being. I am a lucky girl. I have many reminders from God to not worry. Worrying is for the birds. And if birds can eat worms, then I guess anchovies now and again aren’t too bad!
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