Prayer is the cure for incessant worry.
Cure might not be exactly the right word. Cure would imply your worry disappears, is completely gone, and your mind is healed from the tumor of burdens. We are told to cast our burdens, our cares and anxieties, upon the Lord because He cares for us.
I’ve come across at least three mothers in the the last week who’ve been worried about their children. Not including the younger mothers I know, these were mothers twenty to thirty years older than me. The children they were worried about are adults my age.
Their worry was not being left alone to plague their minds, but was driving these women to prayer and intercession on their children’s behalf. I feel a special camaraderie with these women, a tenderness of heart towards them when I encounter their stories.
I wonder, if you could somehow graph all the world’s prayers happening at any given moment, what percentage of them would be made up of mothers praying for their children. I don’t mean to imply that the fathers aren’t praying. I think some are.
Women seem to worry more. I believe our neurological sensitivities make us prone to it. There have been times I have thrown up my own prayers to God like, “God, I am chained to my fears! How am I to live with these mind burdens the rest of my life?”
“You’re not”, He says. We aren’t given burdens to carry them around. We take them to Jesus and lay them down at His feet. We pray, in all things, with thanksgiving. It may never be that our worries cease completely, but the world doesn’t feel so heavy anymore.