Why do we worry?
For me, it just comes naturally. My parents were worriers.
My mind goes back to final days before Mom’s death. She was recovering from lung cancer surgery, and we were making important decisions.
Plans for Dad to enter assisted living were finalized. At the age of 87, his health was declining; he needed care that Mom could no longer provide. His social security payments would cover monthly payments to a nearby Veterans group home.
Mom’s small social security check would leave her little to live on. She was worried.
How would she pay her bills?
Ironically, (and providentially) Mom died just a few days later.
Her financial worries were rolled away.
Wanting to anoint Jesus’ body, the stone barrier to His tomb worried grieving women.
Who could fault them? The stone was too big for them to move.
“When the Sabbath was over, Mary Magdalene, Mary the mother of James, and Salome bought spices, so they could go and anoint Him. Very early in the morning, on the first day of the week, they went to the tomb at sunrise. They were saying to one another, ‘Who will roll away the stone from the entrance to the tomb for us?’ Looking up, they observed that the stone—which was very large—had been rolled away (Mark 16:1-4 HCSB).”
Any concerns were unnecessary.
Their barrier was rolled away.
Lord, I give today’s cares and worries to You. I know how much You care.
“Humble yourselves, therefore, under the mighty hand of God, so that He may exalt you at the proper time, casting all your care on Him, because He cares about you (1 Peter 5:6 HCSB).”