I loved biology in high school. Loved it. I loved the information. I read all the chapters. I got it...biology. Oh and I had a crush on the teacher who was also a coach. I was 15 or 16 and that would have made him um...25 or 26. (Why do you need to know this?)
That biology room was filled with lots of testosterone - male basketball players. I sat in the front row on the far end next to my buddy -one of the basketball players. It was a large class...a great class - except for the dread in my heart, the nightmare in my mind- the pending disaster in my soul.
We.would. have. to. dissect. a. frog- fourth quarter.
I had heard that the frogs for biology would be alive and we would have to kill them and then dissect them.
This hurt me on so many levels:
1. It made me absolutely sick at my stomach thinking about it. (You see, my friends, if I see a bug in the floor upon arising, I am in a spew mode the rest of the morning. Truth.)
2. I love dogs, cats, mice, birds, snakes, and frogs.
3. Pain literally shoots through my arms when I see someone's paper cut. How would I ever be able to cut on a frog?
4. I would probably burst out crying if I thought the frogs were suffering. How would that look to the macho coach like- hunk of a teacher?
So I worried.
Then the day arrive, the end of third quarter, when we would be assigned a lab partner. Coach leaned on the edge of his desk and slowly said, "This class will not be dissecting frogs this semester. Your class is too big."
I was singing happily inside my head. But on the outside, I kept it cool (it was the 70's after all) -except for the smirky grin on my face.
"What are you grinning at, Teresa?" Coach also grinned as he picked me out of the crowd.
"I'm just happy, Coach," I said, "Happy our class is so big."
Isn't it funny how what you dread or even fret about will 9 times out of 10 -never come true?
Worrying is a waste of our time. And I have never had one thing change for the better or worse because I worried about it.
Did you know that worry- anxiety burdens the soul and harms our health?
An anxious heart weighs a man down, but a kind word cheers him up (Proverbs 12:25, NIV)
Did you know that you gain nothing from worrying?
Who of you by worrying can add a single hour to his life? (Matthew 6:27, NIV)
Oh and by the way- much much later after that class -I dated the coach (a very good man) for a short time. But, I just couldn't get past our history you know- the authority figure. Yes, I need therapy.
Will you join me to be Wednesday inspired by worrying less and by being faithful more? Let's leave the worrying to the...frogs.