What's Happening at FCC

My husband and I are different in a lot of ways. Physically, he’s taller and growing hair has been a bit of a challenge for him, while I’m shorter with long, curly hair. He needs glasses or contacts all the time, and I don’t (though that’s starting to change). He loves to work out, and I can usually think of a hundred other things I’d rather be doing. He’s all about super sweet vanilla-flavored stuff, and I’m a dark chocolate or savory snack kind of girl. He gets pretty territorial about his yard (right now he’s locked in battle with a groundhog), and I’m not as bothered by those things. He loves loud, heavy music and going to concerts. I’d rather dance to something country or upbeat, or at least something that doesn’t hurt my ears.

Most of those things aren’t a big deal. Just the usual couple differences. But one thing we really don’t see the same way is how we deal with worry. He’s more of a worrier, always thinking ahead and trying to prepare for what could happen. I tend to be more like, “If I can’t fix it right now, then there's no point stressing over it.”

Now, I do worry sometimes; don’t get me wrong. Every now and then, I’ll even wake up in the middle of the night with my brain going a hundred miles an hour. But I’ve adapted the mindset that worrying just stresses me out and makes me miserable to be around.

I’ll never forget when I had to lead my first church congregational meeting a few years ago. I was a mess that whole week leading up to it; super snappy, defensive, and just not myself. A couple days before the meeting, I was cleaning something in the house while Zach was working nearby. He didn’t say anything, just stayed close. Eventually, I realized how awful I’d been acting because of all the stress and worry, and I apologized. Right away, he said something like, “I know you’re really worried about this meeting. It’s okay.” He saw through my behavior and knew it wasn’t really about him but rather about me being scared and unsure.

Honestly, I don’t think my bad reaction to that amount of stress is unusual. I see it in our girls, and others I know well. When we feel out of control, worry has a way of sneaking in and taking over.

1 Peter 5:7 says, “Cast all your anxiety on Him because He cares for you.” It sounds simple, right? But actually doing it isn’t always easy. It takes prayer and trust to let go and believe that God’s timing and plan are better than ours. I’ve struggled with that lately, as you might know. But deep down, I know God is in everything. And when I’m stuck in worry, it just makes it harder for me to hear Him, feel His peace, and receive the comfort only He can give.

If you’re feeling anxious right now, I just want to encourage you to read that verse, maybe even write it down and put it somewhere you’ll see it. Let it sink in. God truly does care for you. You don’t have to carry it all on your own.

Enjoy this powerful praise song!
My God Fights For Me by Micah Tyler

Sunday Praise Song Sneak Peak
“How Great Is Our God” by Chris Tomlin

In His Name,
Terry Buchmann