As a young woman, I most likely placed right up there in the top ten world’s biggest worriers! In my forties, I received a birthday card from Bill Gothard’s Basic Youth Conflict Institute—a simple homemade stiff paper printed with ‘Worry Hinders Every Promise of God.’ I remember thinking, how did they know I was a worrier? Guess it's quite common among humans.
So, I stuck it in my mirror—mostly because it was green, my favorite color, but every day, I saw it there. One time I glanced at it, as clear and up close as high definition TV, the Holy Spirit wrote His Truth across my heart.
Worry hinders God’s promises to me! Every one!
I repented and received forgiveness, then ever since—much to my beloved Ron’s penchant—I quit worrying. He’d been telling me it didn’t honor God, so after Holy Spirit confirmed it, I quit completely. Gave it up! Refused to worry and trusted God instead.
Through the years, my faith’s grown stronger along with my desire to please Him. My heart longs only to bring Him glory. I love Him so much, and I know He loves me, that His thoughts are toward me. Once He opened my blind eyes, I clearly saw the waste of worry.
It never accomplishes anything, except maybe to make you sick. Repent of confessing, “I’m worried sick about…” Quick! Oh, the bad words and confessions we speak without even realizing it!
Worry is the total opposite of faith!
Hebrews 11:6 tells us “Without faith, it is impossible to please Him.” To worry insinuates God isn’t big enough or that He doesn’t care. I absolutely know that is not true. He always ALWAYS comes through, provides my needs and watches over me. I’ve proven Him o’er and o’er, and encourage you to as well.
In book one of my historical Texas Romance series, VOW UNBROKEN, more than ten times I used the phrase “Don’t worry”. It probably shows up at least once in all of them. It’s a wonderful Truth to learn young, but no matter your age, those who belong to God should abandon every whim to worry and know His sweet peace that passes understanding.
Friends and family oft think I’m strange, but it’s a perfect opportunity to testify! Once, with a busy book launch ahead that included twenty-six face to face events in twenty-one Texas towns, I found myself without transportation—my transmission had died. One week out, several people asked with an anxious tone, “What are you going to do?”
“I don’t know exactly, but I’m not worried about it. God knows, and He already has a plan in place for me to get around. So, I’m just waiting on Him to reveal what that is. I’m checking doors, but haven’t found an open one yet.” I knew He’d provide. He always ALWAYS has.
And my Jehovah Jireh (God, My Provider) came through! My sister let me borrow her car the first week while she was out of state. On Tuesday of the 2nd week, I was told to go check makes and models and pick out a car, I went to Nissan, Honda, Toyota, Hyundai, Chevrolet, and Ford and chose a Toyota Corolla (they had a GREEN one J).
The next day, I was told to go find the dealerships with the best out-the-door price. I did, and God’s chosen came, wrote a check, and handed me the title and keys for a brand new green Corolla with FIVE miles on it! How can the devil EVER convince me God won’t take care of me? What would I ever have to worry about when He who sits on Heaven’s throne is my God?
I have to say, had He not performed this miracle, and transportation didn’t show up, I would have calmly made the calls to cancel the events, knowing that it wasn’t His will for me after all. Maybe I’d be missing a terrible accident the devil set up to kill me, or meet a movie producer. J Whatever the Lord’s reason, if He didn’t provide, I wasn’t to go.
Either way, I remain at peace, trusting Him.
My new release this month REPLENISH THE EARTH, volume 3 in my Biblical fiction series 'The Generations', begins when God shuts the door on the ark and it starts raining. I would imagine Noah's wife, faced with new situations with unfathomable outcomes, was definitely worried. If you'd like to travel along on the famous vessel, click to get your copy today!
BIO: Caryl McAdoo and her husband Ron—high school sweethearts—live with four grandsons in the woods south of Clarksville, the county seat of Red River County in Northeast Texas. She enjoys four-wheeling over the 916-acre McAdoo Ranch, horseback riding, and singing the new songs God gives her. For every blessing in her life, including ten children (counting in-loves) and fourteen grandsugars, Caryl credits her relationship with the Lord, and her heart’s desire is to glorify Him.