The Recipe for Worry

I am a classic over thinker, but lately I’ve realized that isn’t exactly the same thing as being a worrier. I over think what I’ve said or second guess a decision I’m about to make, but I usually don’t spend a lot of time worrying about things. I’m good about telling myself, “God’s taking care of everything.”

Want to know how to turn a pretty laid back person into a worrier? Give her a child. Now she can worry about whether they’re spending too much time with screens, vaccinations, rattlesnakes, fevers, choking in the middle of the night, etcetera etcetera etcetera…

Recently I was talking to a friend about the fears that come along with motherhood. She wondered if there was something wrong with her, but I assured her that it was very natural to fear for the safety and well being of her child.

This past couple of weeks have been crazy for me. My two and a half year old had a reoccurring fever for 8 days, which she proceeded to pass along to the rest of the family, all during the same week I was scheduled to have a C-Section with my fourth baby. My muddled sleep deprived mind went back and forth between wondering what I could do to help my daughters get better quicker and praying I did not catch whatever they had. Not sure if the doctor would preform my C-section if I came in with some virus caused infection. And I had already waited 40 weeks to find out if this baby was a boy or a girl, I did not want to wait another second.

I dropped my poor sickly babies and their big brother off at their grandmothers house and tried to clear my mind and prepare myself for major surgery.

After my little boy (Asher Kade) was born and we were able to go home, my older three were brought back home as well. I thought we could just focus on settling in as a family of six now. Nope! Now my oldest son and my husband had this mysterious fever/sickness. “OH Lord, Please help me not to get sick, I cannot pass this on to a 3 day old baby!” This last week has been filled with such worry. I’ve begged and pleaded and bargained with God to help me not get sick, or at the very least not pass anything to the baby. I’ve prayed over my milk supply that it would quickly pass the immunity boosters its supposed to. I’ve prayed over my son and my husband that they would feel better soon so they could hold and kiss the new baby. My poor son had been wishing and hoping for a little brother, and now that he finally had one he couldn’t hold him or barely touch him without me screaming out, “When’s the last time you washed your hands?”

My point in all of this? Worry as a mom is a natural thing, but it should become also natural to pass those worries on to our very capable Heavenly Father. Even if you have to “pass it off” to him every few minutes. He doesn’t mind. He wants you to lean on Him. And let’s face it, it would be impossible to be the best parent you can be without leaning on Him, anyway.

Another little help: Read through Psalm 91. There is also a very insightful book that breaks down the psalm in bite size chunks and applies them to our lives today. Its Psalm 91 by Peggy Joyce Ruth. I highly recommend it to anyone who finds themselves struggling with worry, but most especially mothers.

One thought on “The Recipe for Worry

  1. Worry as a mom is normal & healthy. What kind of woman/mother would we be without it; the answer is a pathetic waste of skin! Being vigilant to not all any type of harm, keeping everyone fed & clean, making sure best practices are at the head of the list. You’re doing great as a mom to four. I’m so happy for your family and the newest addition.


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