February 4
WORRY
". . . Take no thought for your life . . . ." — MATTHEW 6:25
Shortly after I was born again, I promised God, “I’ll never doubt anything I read in Your Word. And I will put Your Word into practice.”
Everything in the Word was a light and a blessing to me until I came to Matthew 6:25. I learned from a footnote that the Greek reads, “Do not be anxious about tomorrow.” Cross-references pointed out that God says, “Do not worry.” But I was full of worry! Not only was I nearly dead with a heart condition; I was about to worry myself the rest of the way to the grave! “Lord,” I said, “if I have to live without worry, I can’t be a Christian!” Suddenly everything in the Word seemed dark and fuzzy; I couldn’t get any more light from the Word. My conscience smote me, because I was not practicing the Word. Finally at 6:00 p.m. on July 4, 1933, I committed all my cares to the Lord. I said, “Lord, forgive me for worrying, for being full of anxieties, for fretting, for being discouraged, for having the blues, for feeling sorry for myself. I know You will forgive me because You said You would if I’d confess it. From this day on, because You have now for forgiven me, I promise You the longest day I live, I will never worry again.”
Confession:
"I do not worry about tomorrow. I have no worries, no cares. I’ve committed them to God. I never have the blues. I am never discouraged!"
WORRY
". . . Take no thought for your life . . . ." — MATTHEW 6:25
Shortly after I was born again, I promised God, “I’ll never doubt anything I read in Your Word. And I will put Your Word into practice.”
Everything in the Word was a light and a blessing to me until I came to Matthew 6:25. I learned from a footnote that the Greek reads, “Do not be anxious about tomorrow.” Cross-references pointed out that God says, “Do not worry.” But I was full of worry! Not only was I nearly dead with a heart condition; I was about to worry myself the rest of the way to the grave! “Lord,” I said, “if I have to live without worry, I can’t be a Christian!” Suddenly everything in the Word seemed dark and fuzzy; I couldn’t get any more light from the Word. My conscience smote me, because I was not practicing the Word. Finally at 6:00 p.m. on July 4, 1933, I committed all my cares to the Lord. I said, “Lord, forgive me for worrying, for being full of anxieties, for fretting, for being discouraged, for having the blues, for feeling sorry for myself. I know You will forgive me because You said You would if I’d confess it. From this day on, because You have now for forgiven me, I promise You the longest day I live, I will never worry again.”
Confession:
"I do not worry about tomorrow. I have no worries, no cares. I’ve committed them to God. I never have the blues. I am never discouraged!"
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