How could a single workplace jargon instigate hours of worry in my mind?
The trigger word was uttered in a meeting with the boss. The term itself doesn’t have a negative connotation. Nor does it stir up unnecessary emotions. The problem is in my interpretation and how it pertains to my current situation.
For context, my job is to write software scripts for test automation. The goal is to streamline tasks, compressing days or weeks of work to mere hours.
In between discussion, my focus unhinged at the mention of the term ‘headless’. In technical language, it means software’s capability to perform specific jobs without human intervention. That’s complete elimination of all things manual labor. With the name drop, fearful taunts started to swirl through my mind. Like a sudden appearance of dark clouds spiraling out of nowhere, maring the clear blue horizon.
Does it mean, I’ll eventually lose my position? Will they get rid of me once I’ve written all the required software scripts?
After losing my job twice, you would think I’ll tackle this fear in a calm manner. Unfortunately, not. My anxiety level still goes up. In fact, I’d hold an unnecessary wake for the cook-up demise of my current work.
Thankfully, God’s Word provides a solution to snap me out of the tornado of erroneous assumptions. When I allow the Scriptures to pump life giving words to my distresses, it levels repulsive disturbances and supersedes them with hope.
We capitulate to vexatious concern if we think we have to fix non-existent problems today. A mistake I embraced over and over, draining out the best I could give.
And you forget the Lord your Maker,
Who stretched out the heavens
And laid the foundations of the earth;
You have feared continually every day
Because of the fury of the oppressor,
When he has prepared to destroy.
And where is the fury of the oppressor?~ Isaiah 51:13
We get sucked into fear when we forget the Lord God.
Because we fail to remember, oppressive worries and anxiety hound us on the daily. Refusing to give our minds rest, putting reason at a standstill.
But I have a Father in Heaven. I could trust His promises. He takes care of me, looks after me, and provides for me.
But I am the Lord your God,
Who divided the sea whose waves roared—
The Lord of hosts is His name.
And I have put My words in your mouth;
I have covered you with the shadow of My hand,
That I may plant the heavens,
Lay the foundations of the earth,
And say to Zion, ‘You are My people.’ ”~ Isaiah 51:15-16
He even goes as far as calling me His own. I belong to God and He is mine.
When the fury of triggering worries oppresses my mind, I know where to redirect them. I simply lay it bare before my Daddy God. My future is in His hands.
Whether I retain or lose my job in the future, I trust His abundant supply. With Him as my head, I will never lack. Everything I will ever need is covered in the shadow of His Hand.
No, I’m not Headless. Never will be.