I confess that I like country music (or least some of it). I heard a song the other day that definitely made me think of my father. It is called “Made in America” (Toby Keith). It extols the virtue of men with dirty hands and clean souls. One of the lines says that you won’t find anything this American man can’t fix with WD40 and a Craftsman wrench. And that’s my dad.

As I grew up I came to completely depend on the fact that my father was in charge and he didn’t let us down. I don’t mean to suggest that he was perfect (sorry Daddy, there might have been one or two goofs along the way!). But I mean he was dependable. He carried my burdens and to fullest extent possible, met my needs.

I am so grateful for that. My dad set me up in a wonderful place of trust. And because of his trustworthiness, it has been relatively easy for me to learn to trust my heavenly father.

I saw a very cute story that talks about that kind of trust. It is an excerpt from Max Lucado’s book, “And the Angels Were Silent.”

“Bedtime is a bad time for kids. No child understands the logic of going to bed while there is energy left in the body or hours left in the day. My children are no exception. A few years ago, after many objections and countless groans, the girls were finally in their gowns, in their beds, and on their pillows.

I slipped into the room to give them a final kiss. Andrea, the five-year-old, was still awake, just barely, but awake. After I kissed her, she lifted her eyelids one final time and said, ‘I can’t wait until I wake up.’

Oh, for the attitude of a five-year-old! That simple uncluttered passion for living that can’t wait for tomorrow. A philosophy of life that reads, ‘Play hard, laugh hard, and leave the worries to your father.”

This week, we could all do with a reminder to LEAVE THE WORRIES TO OUR FATHER. Consider I Peter 5:7, “Cast all your anxiety on Him because He cares for you.” Our heavenly father is more than capable of dealing with any and every thing that causes us to fret. He is dependable when we are flaky. He is trustworthy when we drop the ball.

His “fix-it shelf” is swept clean with regularity. So let’s go ahead and leave the worries to Him.

By His Grace and for His Glory,
Sherry L. Worel