We had a little accident today

An exciting game of hide and seek. Nature’s call disregarded for one too many games. A sudden shrieky scream from a 5 year old boy. A puddle of liquid on the floor (as well as soaked jeans). One freaked out and embarrassed little soul.

To the Bible then. After the dust settled (and pants changed) of course.

Philippians 4:6 “do not be anxious about anything, but in everything by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be made known to God.”

Good stuff right?

• Pray to God (or praise Him).

• Tell him what’s going on.

• Be thankful.

I mean, that is a heck of an antidote for anxiety.

It’s missing something incredibly useful though. And that is the last part of the previous verse. It says, “The Lord is at hand.”

Look at your hand. Stretch it out as far as you possibly can. How far away is it? Not far at all, right? It’s literally attached to your body and you can’t be rid of it. It is there, and it is close.

The Lord is at hand.

There is something special about falling on your knees, and raising your hands to God for help. It’s humbling. It’s emotional. It’s childlike. And it’s that way because it is you acknowledging that you just can’t do it yourself.

That’s what that means.

Maybe you’re like me, and most of the time when you’re anxious you just keep going. You put your nose to the grindstone, and press in even harder because you feel like you have to. You don’t though.

The Lord is at hand.