I went to the Y. After I took a shower, I couldn't find my car keys. I raced to the front desk with my hair dripping wet and a coat hanger in my hand.
"I think I've locked my keys in the car. Is there anybody here who can help me use this to unlock it? Some smart man or something?"
"No, I'm sorry. You can call the car dealership next door."
I looked down and right next to the my hand at the front desk were my keys. They'd been sitting there untouched for almost two hours.
The whole time I was in panic mode, I felt the Lord saying, "Why don't you not panic this time?"
I came home and worked on a rewrite. An article I needed to send to an editor today. I'd just typed my last word and hit a wrong button. MY ENTIRE ARTICLE DISAPPEARED. All that was left was a stupid little letter "r" on my page. "Oh my gosh, what am I going to do?" I clicked through several documents. Nothing. Nothing on the page but an "r."
I called a smart computer guy who said, "Go to edit and press undo."
Wa-laaa. There was my completed article!
Again, I felt the Lord's gentle nudging. "Why don't you try and not panic? Try trusting Me."
There's a Bible verse that starts out, "Be anxious for NOTHING..."
Ouch. That means that I have to stop myself each time I start to panic. I have to say, "God wants me to pray about EVERYTHING. And not to be nervous about one single thing."
ANY OTHER PANIC BUTTONS OUT THERE WANT TO START LIVING A DIFFERENT WAY? I don't think we can trust and panic at the same moment.