Don’t Worry Be Happy

This song by Bobby McFerrin won Song of the Year and Record of the Year at the 1989 Grammy Awards. It is a wonderful antidote for worry, and a huge pick-me-up when life sometimes gets us down. It always makes me smile. I posted it in 2018 as released by Bob Marley but apparently that is incorrect. Relax and enjoy the experience (again).

Are You Anxious?

There seems to be an abundance of anxiety in our society today, taking away our right to contentment and happiness. Here are a few scriptures to help combat this unfortunate state of mind. I hope they will help to bring you a happy Sunday.

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Easy Living

Do Not Worry – Matthew 6:25-27 NIV

25“Therefore I tell you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat or drink; or about your body, what you will wear. Is not life more than food, and the body more than clothes? 26Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they? 27Can any one of you by worrying add a single hour to your life?

Reading the above scripture led me to repost the following formula for easy living. Happy Sunday.

Drink the living water – (John 4:10)

Eat the bread of life – (John 6:35)

Wear the full armor of God – (Ephesians 6:11)

Rest in Jesus – (Matthew 11:28)

Breathe in the Holy Spirit – (John 20:22)

Give up the worry habit – (Matthew 6:25) (This one really taught me a lot!)

Laugh often – (Proverbs 17:22)


I’m not sure where I heard or read the following, or whether or not it was meant to be humorous. What do you think?

This is about a middle-aged woman who wants a new improved self.  Unfortunately, she ends up injured in a car accident and is rushed to hospital. As she floats in and out of consciousness, she begs God to keep her alive. God tells her not to worry and promises her a long, long life.

While she is in hospital recovering from her broken bones, she figures she might as well get a few other things done. She opts for a tummy tuck, a breast augmentation, has her eyes lifted and her nose reduced. She looks and feels like a new woman and can’t wait to show the world.

She has just left hospital for home when a bus rounds the corner, slams into her and kills her. When she gets to heaven she’s furious and tells God, “You said I was going to live a long life. What happened?”

God studies her face and says, “I didn’t recognize you!”


Something About Brain Cells

Charles L. Allen wrote the following in his book, “All Things Are Possible Through Prayer”:

“We use different parts of the brain for different purposes. We use the upper brain cells when we worry and brood and feel fear. The lower brain cells control the muscular activities of the body so that when we engage in physical activity, it relieves the upper brain cells and allows them to function normally.”

The next time you are in the clutches of worry, fear, or anxiety try jogging on the spot, scrubbing a floor, or dancing a jig and notice how those nagging emotions give way to the new activity.

It works for me.

Worry vs Lemons

Last night I attended a seminar on anxiety and depression, and the speaker touched on the subject of worry and how useless it is. This reminded me of a remark made by my Pastor in a sermon a few years ago.

“If you insist on worrying you begin to look like you were baptized in lemon juice.”

Need more be said?

More on Not to Worry

In 1989 the Canadian economy experienced the beginning of a downturn, and the booming business I had been used to for four years in my pretty little gift shop was suddenly not booming anymore. In fact it got to the point where I was behind on my rent. While trying to get past this hurdle without reverting back to the old worry habit, I turned the radio on to this line of Bobby McFerrin’s 1988 hit, Don’t Worry, Be Happy…The landlord says your rent is latehe may have to litigatebut dont worry, be happy.

It made me laugh, and freed my mind to thinking through my dilemma, which got suitably sorted out in the end.

And then there’s this from Alpha’s Challenging Lifestyle by Nicky Gumbel:

It’s an excerpt from the chapter, How to Stop Worrying and Start Living.

There are seven reasons why we should not worry:

First…To worry is to miss the point in life

Second…Worry is illogical…it is a slander on God’s character

Third…Worry is a complete waste of time; it is futile, unproductive and pointless. So many things we worry about never happen.

Fourth…Worry is incompatible with faith

Fifth…Worry is un-Christian

Sixth…Worry is unnecessary

Seventh…Worry is incompatible with common sense. (This is my favorite)

And then there is this from All Things Are Possible Through Prayer by Charles L. Allen

Worry? Why worry? What can worry do?

It never keeps a trouble from overtaking you.

It gives you indigestion and sleepless hours at night

And fills with gloom the days, however fair and bright.

It puts a frown upon the face and sharpness to the tone.

We’re unfit to live with others and unfit to live alone.

Worry? Why worry? What can worry do?

It never keeps a trouble from overtaking you.

Pray? Why pray? What can praying do?

Praying really changes things, arranges life anew.

It’s good for your digestion, gives peaceful sleep at night

And fills the grayest, gloomiest day with rays of glowing light.

It puts a smile upon your face, the love note in your tone,

Makes you fit to live with others and fit to live alone.

Pray? Why pray? What can praying do?

It brings God down from heaven, to live and work with you.

Finally, this from an unknown poet:

In life there are only two things to worry about,

whether you are well, or whether you are sick.

If you are well, you have nothing to worry about,

but if you are sick, there are only two things to worry about;

whether you will get better or whether you will die.

If you get better, you have nothing to worry about,

but if you die, there are only two things to worry about;

whether you will go to heaven or to hell.

If you go to heaven, you have nothing to worry about,

and if you go to hell, you will be so busy shaking hands with your friends,

you won’t have time to worry!

That’s the end of the worry topic. Now for tomorrow’s post. Hmmm, let me think!







Do Not Worry

The more I think about this worry habit, the more I feel for the people who haven’t conquered it yet. It is so freeing, not to worry, just like quitting smoking… so freeing.

Jesus says, in Matthew 6:25…do not worry about your life, what you will eat or drink; or about your body, what you will wear.

Well, you’re saying, that’s okay for Jesus to say, but what about this wedding that’s coming up? What am I going to wear? Well, you’re going to do one of two things, you are either going to go out and buy a new dress/suit, or you will find something in your closet that will suffice nicely (or maybe not so nicely, but will suffice.) After all, the focus is not going to be on you, now, is it?

I can say this with confidence, and I’ll tell you why. Many years ago, I attended a highschool graduation of a young lady I knew very well. The girls were decked out to the nines in gorgeous gowns, upswept hair, and impeccable makeup. The guys looked good too. All were smiling confidently.

But the focus was on a young lady dressed in a nicely starched and ironed, plain white blouse, and a pair of blue jeans. Her  pretty face was bare of makeup and her hair was tied back in a short ponytail. She followed in the procession, head high, shoulders back, wearing  a not-so-confident smile.

She was aware of her poverty, and the difference it made between her and her class mates. Although she was graduating head of her class, she had told her teachers that she would not be participating in the ceremony or the gala festivities afterwards. Neither she, nor her parents, could afford the upscale restaurant meal that was part of the celebration; nor for obvious reasons, would she be attending the prom afterwards.

One teacher was so proud of the young lady’s achievements, that she encouraged the girl to receive her diploma along with the class, even if she felt like Cinderella, and insisted on paying for her dinner. “You deserve that much”, the teacher emphasized.

And so, there she was, in blue jeans and ponytail, no longer worrying what she should wear, or what she would eat.

I was not alone in feeling that that young lady was the most beautiful graduate of the evening, nor was I the only one who saw Jesus in the teacher.