Armloads of Life

I should be prepared for this by now. So often, when I come down off the mountaintop of a great weekend or a great vacation, I find myself somewhat depressed. I have no real good reason to be. It’s almost like all those day to day potential worries that I temporarily chose not to think about come crashing down on me. Some things I can control. Some things I can’t.

I have lived with myself long enough to know that, if I’m not careful, I tend to take something that really is not a big problem and turn it into a skyscraper. That’s when I know I have to step back, take a deep breath and regroup. I talk myself down off the ledge of chaos, and worry, and rash decisions and back into the arms of wisdom.

I read Proverbs 8 this morning. It was exactly what I needed to hear. If I seek Wisdom, I will find it. This is a promise I can cling to when I am tempted to worry about all of life’s details…huge life-changing details and piddly “why-in-the-world-am-I worrying-about-this” details.


My benefits are worth more than a big salary, even a very big salary;
the returns on me exceed any imaginable bonus.
You can find me on Righteous Road—that’s where I walk—
at the intersection of Justice Avenue,
Handing out life to those who love me,
filling their arms with life—armloads of life! (Proverbs 8: 19-21 MSG)

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