Wring Our Hands
We cannot sleep. We cannot eat, or we eat too much. We wring our hands until the skin almost comes off.
Does that sound familiar?
To wring our hands is one sign of worry.
We twist our hands and rub them together over and over again. However, we often do nothing about what worries us. Rather than try to fix the problem, we spend all our time as a worry wart.
We:
- Worry about our bills but fail to follow a budget
- Complain about young people but don’t show them a better way
- Cry over hungry children but never help feed them
- Complain about the government but refuse to vote
Wringing our hands will not make a difference.
Rather than waste time worrying, why not lift our hands in prayer. But let’s not stop there. Why not also put feet to our prayers?
Seek God’s guidance. Then do something to improve the situation.
We cannot change all the world’s problems. We can change a few.
Will we dare to make a difference?
“Therefore I tell you, do not worry about your life” (Matthew 6:25 NIV).
Thanks to Tillie Cowherd for the suggestion.
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