Probably, this snow ball started off fairly small. Maybe it took part in an innocent snowball fight. Perhaps it was part of a snowman who lost his head. In any case, this little snowball quickly grew larger as it careened down a slope. The longer it hurled itself down, the more snow it picked up. It finally finds a stopping place, but the original snowball is unrecognizable under all the added snow. Moving it out of the way now becomes a big job taking lots of effort.
Today’s verse reminded me of that snowball. One little worry starts small, but get it moving and it picks up speed, adding additional worries. Those “what if’s” that we imagine soon add to its size. Before long it becomes more and more difficult to dislodge from the mind, becoming a futile habit. The problem with that worry, whatever its size, is that it serves no purpose. Mulling over something out of our control is wasted mental energy.
Last night, I woke up with an uncharacteristic thought. It turned into a worry as I dwelt on the idea. Before long I was imagining all kinds of scenarios and outcomes. The “what if this and what if that” mental gymnastics had me up for too long. It became more and more difficult to ignore the thoughts. My only and best recourse was to fill my mind with something else and replace that worry with prayer. It did not happen right away, but as I gave each thought and worry over to the Creator of my mind, I was able to relax, feel His peace (Phil. 4:6-7) and fall back asleep.
Thank you Lord, for calming my mind and giving me peace.