It has been a long while since I have posted anything here. I have been busy completing three years toward my B.A. in English and my senior year is underway. My current class (Creative Writing) has finally given me the space to take off the tight harness of academic writing rules, and it feels SO GOOD!! After reading my first assignment, Mom and Daddy gave it their thumbs up and suggested I make it a blog post, so here it is. It is my story and their story. It's a little longer than my usual posts, but as with everything I have ever posted here, I pray it encourages you to run "up the sunbeam to the sun" (C. S. Lewis).

"Follow my example, as I follow the example of Christ." 1 Corinthians 11:1 NIV

I sat above them on the stairs. Looking down through the window-like openings in the partition between the living room and the stairway, I listened to the basketball players, football players, baseball players, wrestlers, track athletes, both the lettermen and the also-…

Even If

I come from a long line of worry warts. Both my grandmothers were masters of the art of fretting. My mother, to her credit, has greatly overcome many of her worrying tendencies by choosing to pray instead, but she would be the first to tell you that the worry gene is a tough one to overcome.

When I left home at 18 to go to a Bible college 1200 miles from home, my fledgling ability to worry went into overdrive. Every time the phone rang, my imagination flashed a scene of hearing horrible news of a catastrophic car accident that had killed my entire family, leaving me alone in the world. If I was meeting someone and they were a few minutes late, I just knew they were dead in a ditch somewhere. I felt as though I was constantly one heartbeat away from being blindsided by tragedy.

Somehow, worry felt like a small measure of control--if I worried about everything, at least if it did happen, it wouldn't take me by surprise. You hear the stories all the time--"I thought I just had a hangnail, but it was cancer and they had to amputate my entire arm." I couldn't stand the thought of that kind of drastic shock, so in some way, worry would at least take that out of the equation--you're not going to catch me off guard, I thought.

My life became torment. I couldn't fully enjoy good things I was experiencing for fear of what awful event might be just around the corner. I wasted time and energy worrying about things that weren't even happening. Incessant what-iffing, was almost like experiencing tragedy after tragedy, dying a thousand deaths, and my stress and anxiety increased.

Finally, battered from the long months of grappling with dread (which, I think, may be even worse than worry) I came to a crossroads--would I stay like this forever, or choose to do otherwise?

ENOUGH! I finally had had enough. This was not the life I wanted! I knew better than this!!

I stood alone, out in the darkness, approaching the mysterious moon like heaven's customer service desk, my touchpoint for meeting with the One whose sky I beheld.

What did I want from Him?

I had been wanting guarantees that nothing bad would ever happen to me or the people I loved. At 20, I had lived just long enough to know that wasn't reasonable, and that God never promised a life free of pain. I had spent the last 2 years wracked with worry about relentless "what if's." I was bone-tired of the life of constant dread that was sucking the life out of me. I knew this wasn't what God wanted for His daughter.

What did I want from Him?

Rest. Peace. Relief. Victory. Joy.


But what if . . . ?


Deep breath. This was scary!


I. Trust. You. Even. If.

YES. Even if all those bad things were to happen, I want You more than I dread pain.

At that very moment I felt the fear lose the power I had given it. I was free. Rest. Peace. Relief. Victory. Joy. The things I asked Him for flooded into the space left by the fleeing fear.

In the 25+ years since that night, I have had to make that choice again and again, but never again has fear had me in it's icy grip like that. Practically none of the things I worried about have actually happened. Now when the old worry gene gets activated by life's hiccups, I know that TRUST IN HIM is the way to turn it off again. I used to think that prayer was the answer to worry, but now I believe that prayer is the opposite of worry.

"Don’t worry about anything; instead, pray about everything. Tell God what you need, and thank him for all he has done. Then you will experience God’s peace, which exceeds anything we can understand. His peace will guard your hearts and minds as you live in Christ Jesus."
Philippians 4:6-7 NLT

If you are afflicted with the worry wart gene, or it's just a habit you've fallen into, there is hope! Walk right up to the brink of what you're worrying about and when you look over the edge, you'll find Jesus is there to catch you before you even have a chance to fall. Choose to trust God more than you fear anything in this life--He is worthy! How can I pray for you as we learn together to trust Him?


  1. Holley Gerth - (in)courageOctober 4, 2009 at 2:03 PM

    Great post, Shaunie! As a fellow worrier, I can definitely relate! It also reminded me of Bonnie's post on today. The three of us should make a club and get some t-shirts! (:

  2. Thank you Holley! It encourages me to know I'm in such good company!! You're right--Bonnie and I were on the same wave length today! So what shall we call ourselves?? :)

  3. From one "Card carrying what-ifer" to another - thank you so much for sharing! It's always comforting to know that others know what it's like and have worked their way past the worry and into the sunshine! Lovely.


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