Thursday, January 16, 2014

Something to Ponder, While You Have Yourself a Little Snackerel

I should try to accomplish a few tasks today, tasks that I've been putting off due to inertia or laziness, or the fact that I'm a really, really skilled procrastinator.  I just don't have the energy to put together a good blog post for you today.  I wish I had more wonderful insights to impart before I sign off to get to work, but I must tell you...I'm no Winnie-the-Pooh.

Pooh Bear is my favorite philosopher, which I've mentioned before--here, for instance, and here, and here...

I mean, you've just got to love that silly old bear and the way he floats through life with nary a care.
Would that we could all be more like Pooh!

I tend to let the cares of the world get to me too often, to worry about a future I can't control; but that's just human nature, I guess.  Or my nature, anyway.  My blogging (as well as real life) friend Kate tackled this topic in a recent blog post.  She writes,  "The strength I draw from prayer is enormous, a sense of stillness and comfort completely envelops me as I direct my worried thoughts to God."

So that's the answer, dear readers: prayer, prayer, and more prayer--and faith that God will help us get through the trying times and face the unsure future--that spooky "phantom"!--with serenity. 

(Oh, and maybe a little dose of Pooh's wisdom every now and then, too.  That could certainly never hurt.  And neither could a snackerel of something sweet, to keep your tumbly from getting too rumbly.)


  1. How I love shout-outs from one of my favorite blog (and of course real life!) friends :) I'm glad you agree that prayer is truly the best antidote for these silly worries we let bug us. Do you find that writing helps too? I do. I sometimes wonder if "worriers" like us are drawn to writing in part because it's so therapeutic. Just writing that post yesterday melted away a little bit of stress I had been feeling!

    1. Oh, I agree-writing is definitely therapeutic!.

  2. Oh, I LOVE Pooh Bear!! I always have. I still my childhood Winnie-the-Pooh book. And I'm a real worrier myself. I'm learning to take it all to God. It isn't easy because I'd rather worry about something than give it to him. But the worrying doesn't do anything helpful.

    1. Aileen, I think we might be kindred spirits. :)