(This post alludes to the fact that women poop. If you buy into the illusion that women don’t eliminate solid waste, be warned.)
So, I have another mind-blowing secret.
I am horrible at handling stress in my life. H.O.R.R.I.B.L.E. So bad in fact, I make it worse.
How horrible? When I begin to think about a change in my life, I get stressed. When I know I have a trip coming up, I stress out. How does stress manifest itself in my life? Sleeplessness, head aches, upset stomach, and upset guts.
Today was no exception. Today, I woke up feeling horrible. Why? A billion and one reasons, but the cause is not our focus today. When I woke up, I could feel a headache forming behind my eyes. I could feel my stomach and guts churning. I stayed home from church (boo), and slept until about 11:00 AM. And when I got up, I went right back to bed. I felt like I couldn’t move or do anything buy lay down, so I laid in bed and felt sorry for myself.
When Husband-Man came home from church, he ordered me to not do all the work I’d assigned myself for the weekend. He told me to rest on the couch, and by the way he looked at me, I’m pretty sure he thought that I was either going to blow chunks or have a blow out. He ran laundry, got me crackers and Gatorade, and parked me on the couch.
After he was sure I wasn’t going to explode anytime soon, he went outside to touch up some spots on our 2002 Camry. Since the Brave Little Toaster is about to rust out, we are trying to be extra careful with our “new” car to prevent premature death by rust. So, out came the Rust-Oleum and a rag to clean off the car.
I went outside to check on him after about twenty minutes (he needs cookie rations relatively frequently), and the sun and dry heat (for once, it wasn’t crazy humid) made my headache ease and my guts calm down. I soon took over the job of painting the chipped spots on our car, since Rust-Oleum has an applicator tip much akin to my nail polish applicators. I lost myself in fixing the sparkly paint job on our car, and for some magical reason, forgot to hurt for a while.
And why did I feel better? Because I stopped worrying for a little while. In Matthew 6:25-34, I’m reminded of what I’m to do with my worry.
25 “Therefore I tell you, do not be anxious about your life, what you will eat or what you will drink, nor about your body, what you will put on. Is not life more than food, and the body more than clothing?26 Look at the birds of the air: they neither sow nor reap nor gather into barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not of more value than they? 27 And which of you by being anxious can add a single hour to his span of life? 28 And why are you anxious about clothing? Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow: they neither toil nor spin, 29 yet I tell you, even Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these. 30 But if God so clothes the grass of the field, which today is alive and tomorrow is thrown into the oven, will he not much more clothe you, O you of little faith? 31 Therefore do not be anxious, saying, ‘What shall we eat?’ or ‘What shall we drink?’ or ‘What shall we wear?’32 For the Gentiles seek after all these things, and your heavenly Father knows that you need them all.33 But seek first the kingdom of God and his righteousness, and all these things will be added to you.
34 “Therefore do not be anxious about tomorrow, for tomorrow will be anxious for itself. Sufficient for the day is its own trouble.
I am anxious about tomorrow, but I’m trying to give over my anxiety to God.
And in the meantime, I think I’ll keep helping Husband-Man take care of the car to keep my mind off my menial worries.