This is the beginning of a worried life. It all started when I was a little girl, age 8. I had to grow up so quickly that I became a mother to my younger siblings, newborn up to age 5-6. That’s when life began all my worries. Cleaning diapers, bottle feeding, bathing, dressing, cooking, cleaning, even ironing clothes and doing my school work. But more importantly, I worried about the children getting hurt or crying, because I would also get in trouble for them crying or getting hurt. Then at night I worried about my mother getting beat up by my drunken father. I worried if I had to run and hide with the children. I also worried about my mother if she had a chance to escape or if she was badly hurt. As a child, life was full of worries. It wasn’t even funny.
My worries would even bring me down into tears and anger. I t made me vulnerable, worthless. It drowned me and made me bitter and sour. It also made me feel old, weak and incapable of fixing the problems. Years have past and that part of my life stayed as memories. Not it’s not my siblings or my mother that I worry about; it’s my children. I worry about them getting hurt, sick broken bones, their safety, getting in trouble and even about death. I always felt a need to worry. I worried about things around me, people around me, my finances, money problems, fears and danger.
Then one morning in mid-August I went to CWJC to put in an application and was welcomed as a student. I was also excited and never felt happier. Doors began to open and I told myself it’s time for a change. I stopped worrying about when I was going to get the money to pay for my next cigarette and beer. I stopped worrying because I quit smoking and drinking and I feel proud of myself, because I started doing right. That was just two of the first things I wanted to change. Then I thought to myself, “Why do I worry if life is still here and so am I?” So I took a deep breath and told myself, “Listen to your hear and relax. Just put faith in Jesus and things will become better.” So they did.
I stopped worrying about everything. The Lord made them – the worries – disappear. I take life day by day. Now I have faith in someone whom I thought never was there to listen. He made my worries run dry because He guards my heart, mind and spirit.
That’s why I don’t worry anymore!
My worries would even bring me down into tears and anger. I t made me vulnerable, worthless. It drowned me and made me bitter and sour. It also made me feel old, weak and incapable of fixing the problems. Years have past and that part of my life stayed as memories. Not it’s not my siblings or my mother that I worry about; it’s my children. I worry about them getting hurt, sick broken bones, their safety, getting in trouble and even about death. I always felt a need to worry. I worried about things around me, people around me, my finances, money problems, fears and danger.
Then one morning in mid-August I went to CWJC to put in an application and was welcomed as a student. I was also excited and never felt happier. Doors began to open and I told myself it’s time for a change. I stopped worrying about when I was going to get the money to pay for my next cigarette and beer. I stopped worrying because I quit smoking and drinking and I feel proud of myself, because I started doing right. That was just two of the first things I wanted to change. Then I thought to myself, “Why do I worry if life is still here and so am I?” So I took a deep breath and told myself, “Listen to your hear and relax. Just put faith in Jesus and things will become better.” So they did.
I stopped worrying about everything. The Lord made them – the worries – disappear. I take life day by day. Now I have faith in someone whom I thought never was there to listen. He made my worries run dry because He guards my heart, mind and spirit.
That’s why I don’t worry anymore!
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