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Writer's pictureCecilia Porter

BORROWING SORROW




There are many things that we worry about on the daily. We worry about our children and family being safe. We worry about the stability of the economy. We worry about the rising crime rate. We worry about the injustices of the world. We worry about disease and sickness. All of these issues and the worry associated with them is beyond our control. But, yet we worry. “Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Today has enough trouble of its own” Matthew 6:34.


As I was taking my daily walk, I started admiring the homes and each one's landscape. Then my mind shifted gears, from a state of happiness to a cloud of worry and sorrow. My brain went into overdrive which was giving off a sensory of overwhelming thoughts. Things that dominated every thought, ruminating on things that I could not control or unable to address. The more I tried to concentrate on the beauty of things and my blessings, those negative thoughts overpowered me and took over.


Each house that I passed started to associate with sorrow. When I turned the corner, to the left of me was the home of Mr. and Mrs. Gloominess, there I could hear them discussing their concerns and troubles. The mister began to wail and lament while the missus began a terrifying cry of sadness and anguish. To my right was the home of The Sorrowful, who were in great tribulation and sitting on their porch were pots of disappointments, remorse, and dejection. Their neighbor to the left of them was Mr. Despondency, and he was full of regret and suffering. He had just planted a flower bed full of spiritual apathy and hardship. As I continued my walk, I made a quick detour down another street thinking that if I change my route, my brain would change its negative frequency into a positive one. There on the corner of Blues Road and Depression Street was Ms. Bitter, herself, talking to Trial and Agony and gossiping about Ms. Hurt and Mr. Pain, and how they were in trouble and having difficulties.


Just when I was almost home and thought that I was free of negative thoughts about sorrow, a group of cyclists rode by me. There goes Desolation, Bemoan, Grief, Wretchedness, Sorriness, and Burden. Just waving at me with Kool-Aid grins, like they finally scored some serious points, because they thought that they have ruined my day.


I finally reached my property and shook-off all of those bad feelings and negative thoughts, because at my house, I was invested in Jesus. For me to worry about tomorrow means that I was missing out of the present. All those things that caught my attention on my walk was like borrowing trouble.


Never borrow sorrow from tomorrow, and troubles for today, because when you worry about tomorrow, sorrow will follow, and bring borrowers. Those borrowers don't come cheaply.


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