Written by Andrea Fortenberry
My parents used to call me the bag lady when I was around four years old because I loved to put things in a bunch of different bags and hide them in my room. If every anything went missing in our house, like the scissors or tape, my parents would look in my room and find it in a bag.
The biggest bags that I’ve often lugged around in my life are anxiety and worry. Let me share with you a few of the ridiculous things that have happened to me because of my worrying: In college I finished an exam and later was worried that I forgot to put my name on it. I had already walked halfway back to my car, but I turned around and went back into my professor’s office to double check. She looked at me like I was crazy.
Or another time I was preparing to pick up my mom at the airport for a visit. I had a candle lit during the day and I blew it out before I walked out the door. I was in my car down the road and I wondered, “Did I really blow the candle out? If I didn’t, what if the apartment catches on fire?” So I turned around, jumped out of my car and ran back in to check. Instead of merely looking at the candle to see that it wasn’t lit, I picked it up and pulled it toward me. Hot wax spilled all over one of my favorite shirts.
Being a worrier is expensive, in terms of both time and money. It gives you something to do, but doesn’t get you anywhere. Carrying around the baggage of worry and anxiety is downright tiring.
Over the years, I’ve realized that my worry and anxiety stems from a couple of reasons…
Andrea Fortenberry writes and speaks on marriage, motherhood and women’s ministry. Some of her recent work includes publication in Chicken Soup for the Soul: Devotional Stories for Wives. Connect with Andrea on her website, www.andreafortenberry.com or on Facebook at http://www.facebook.com/andreabfortenberry