Worry is a weighty monster with poisoned tentacles. It clutches at us, grabs at our minds, steals our breath, our will. It lurks. It pounces. It colors how we perceive the world.

We cannot let the haters of this world define us. Or frighten us into no longer being ourselves.

When the world careens out of control, we can rest in the fact that God spun this world with a simple word. Matter from emptiness. Beauty from void. Community from chaos.

Our task shouldn't be punishing the villains in our lives, but enlarging the God who heals us from all wounds.

Growth comes from God, to those with surrendered, yielded hearts.

We grow when the walls press in. We grow when life steals our control. We grow in the darkness.

Worry is a weighty monster with poisoned tentacles. It clutches at us, grabs at our minds, steals our breath, our will. It lurks. It pounces. It colors how we perceive the world.