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First Worries (1 of 7)
Series: Prayer Worrier - Turning Every Worry into Powerful Prayer
You may not remember the first time worry entered your life, or what caused your young heart to flutter with uncertainty. But I clearly remember one of my first moments of anxiety, and it has stuck with me all these years.
It was the time my little brother and I rode the Joy Bus. (It even sounds a little creepy, doesn't it?)
It was a big, white bus that would come through the neighborhoods, picking up kids for the Wednesday night service, at one of the local churches.
For some reason my mom decided one evening, to let my brother and I go. And the minute we got on that bus, I started to worry. My brother was probably around two at the time, and I was five. And I remember feeling so very responsible for his safety!
I sat him right beside me, on that Joy Bus, and didn't let any of the rowdy kids near him. Then, as the bus began to move, the leaders in the front began singing songs with us. As a very musical child, I was happy at first. Then they got to the verse that said, ''If the devil doesn't like it he can sit on a tack, sit on a tack, sit on a tack…''
I didn't like the fact that they were singing about the devil! My little, worried self became very, very concerned, and I couldn't wait for the song to be over.
Once we got to the church, they lined us up according to age, and my brother was wisked away to the preschool room. I cried. I didn't know the people who were taking him and I thought for sure they wouldn't care for him like I would!
I fretted the entire time, until we were finally taken home. And you know what? We never rode the Joy Bus again. (Thank the Lord)
My brother and I laugh about it now, (although he insists I must have made it up),but it really happened, and it was one of the first times I remember being worried.
What about you? What are some of the earliest memories for you?
I'm not going to turn this into any psychoanalysis or anything. I simply want us to realize that worry may have started at a very young age and quickly become a pattern.
In fact, little did I know, my experience on the Joy Bus would be a glimpse into how I would parent my own kids.
When I had my first two boys, one year apart, I once again became like the five-year-old girl with my brother. I sheltered them, kept them close, tried to keep rowdy children away, covered their ears against songs about the devil, and pretty much worried myself weary over them! From the time they woke up, to the time they were tucked in bed, I fretted over those boys until I almost went bonkers.
Fortunately, the Lord was patient and kind and slowly grew me into a much different mother after my daughter was born. And the stretching of my faith began with a powerful prayer.
Our little Hannah was ...
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