What if we go the wrong way?
What will happen if we're late picking daddy up? He'll have to stand out in the cold.
Did you put supper in the oven? What will happen when we get home and everyone is hungry and we're all fussing, "Mommy, we want something to eat right now!"
She's five years old.
I found myself getting annoyed with her endless questions.
"Don't worry about it! I know where we're going. Daddy's a big boy. He'll be fine! And we aren't going to be late. You don't need to worry about supper. I have it taken care of. Trust me! Relax!! You're five!"
What ever happened to carefree childhood!
And then it hit me.
That's exactly the way I behave with my Father.
All in the name of planning ahead and being prepared of course. I am constantly playing the scenarios out in my head. What's the next step? What if we get where you want us to go, then what? How is this going to work? Did you plan out all the details, because if you didn't we're going to have bunch of fussy people around here.
How many times is He saying. "I know exactly where we're going and how to get there and how long it will take and what will happen when we get there. Don't worry about it! Trust me! Relax! You're human! Just listen and follow me. I'll let you know your part."
What are those verses in Matthew and Luke again? "Don't worry."
What a concept.