**Point two the ironic thing about this blog is that it's long and my dad was always one to make point in very simple way.
I worry to much...
That would always stick with me. If nothing's wrong, then why can't I smile? So my dad would often tell me that I had too much on my mind, and it's like he was psychic. But the thing I never understood was why he would tell me not to worry, because what seemed big to me, school, sports, girls or whatever, I would always put extra stress on. Even now, bills, work, my fiance, family, loves ones growing old; I worry too much.
The thing is I remember my dad never getting upset or worrying about anything, no matter how big or small, he treated it like it was a minor issue. When my brother would get in trouble, he would tell my mom:
"It's done, it's over, what are we going to do about it now?"
So the question is what happend to me as an adult. I think I lost sot of my fathers words. "DON'T WORRY!"
I was graduated from Norfolk State, my first T.V job was as a Production Assistant at WTKR News Channel 3. There were days that I thought I was about to lose my job, my boss calling me into his office from home and I can remember him telling me:
He would almost instantly respond:
"So what! It's just a job? God gave you that one and he will give you another one!"
Boy don't worry about me! I'm a bee fine! Just pray for me.
"Lil mac don't worry! I'm a be fine! Just pray for me. I'll be home!
"Boy you a grown a** man! You need to stop that crying. You worrying way to much. I know your done heard that gospel song 'if your gonna pray, don't worry and if your gonna worry, dont pray!'"
... "What good is crying about it going to do? So wipe those tears and either pray and stop worrying or worry and get the Hell off my phone."
You worry to much and don't pray enough!"
So, since I always considered myself a believer, I told myself, instead of worrying, I'm a pray. So I prayed. I prayed and I prayed. When I was work and I got worried, I prayed, when I was at home and got worried I prayed when I was alone or with Charita, and worried, I prayed. For the first time in my life I stopped worrying so much. I let God handle it and he did. My pops came home maybe a week later.
A TEST OF FAITH
"God if you deliever me from ___________, then I'll do ___________." or "God if you do ____________, I'll do ___________."
But I was back into my old ways. Worrying. Worrying myself sick. But my fiance said, why don't your pray.
So I prayed, again and again and again. My friend Jade gave me a book called "PRAYERS" and even highlighted some prayers for me to read. I mean, I was scared. Then I knew when I found my faith. I remember the exact moment. The doctor told me and my mother to prepare for the worst. I remember looking that doctor in his eyes and tell him.
No! Cause you don't know Jesuse like I do!
"Didn't NSU win?"
SO WHY DID I WRITE THIS BLOG?
"Sometimes being perfect, means you need to be human".
"STOP WORRYING YOURSELF"
Thank you for reading.
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