Anxiety. Worry. Mistrust. What to Do?

I have other things to write about, but I must admit I've been victim to these emotions for a variety of reasons lately. I love to talk about my worry-wart mother who will sit by the phone and fret if her daughters don't answer the phone. One time, before I had a cell phone that I carried everywhere, Mom tried reaching me at my house for a solid day. Then, when she didn't hear from me, she called my friend David, who tried to tell her that he was sure I was fine. Then, she called the police. I'd been travelling for the day and got home right before they showed up. What a day.

Yet, she's not alone in her worry. I have it too. I must admit, being a mom shoots the worry thermometer through the roof. No longer can you be carefree, have no one dependent on you, and be ready to drop and do something at a moment's notice. Even worse, having someone dependent on you that you love most desperately makes you anxiously think that you could do something to affect that person's life negatively. Or, you just worry that they will get kidnapped, traumatically hurt, or doomed to a life of unhappiness because of something completely out of your control.

"Do not be anxious, but in everything by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving, let your requests be known to God." The Bible clearly has a remedy for anxiety and worry. Also, it clearly labels worry for what it really is: sin. Knowing all of that, I still do it. I know plenty of Christians who do it.

Why do I have this? Lack of trust, is the only answer. A lack of trust over who has me in His hands. Even when I tell myself to be patient, and tell myself that He is the there, or sometimes five minutes after I've prayed. I turn my head and I question who I am or what will happen with a situation. Quick as you can say "hot dog," I flip 180 degrees from peace to strain. I want to ponder my worry, turn it over in my mind, or discuss it verbally with someone who might tell me what to do. Immediately. That never happens.

The thing about it is that I know it for what it is. And that's a huge boon. I know what to do.  I know who I am, in Christ. And I hope one day, when I'm old and grey, that I'll be that much closer to "no worries." For good.