If you are worried it is no matter what worries you, the state of mind is that which has to be overcome, not the circumstance; an apparently trivial thing may cause you as much worry as an apparently important one; whatever the cause of worry the effect is the same, viz. the mind is disturbed. It is difficult at first to realize this. Worry is worry, no matter what the cause, and this fact renders us independent of circumstances to a large extent.
What then is the remedy for worry? It is by an effort of will to fix the mind on the very centre of our being, where God reigns as Life, from whom we cannot separate ourselves, or we should cease to be, and waiting there expectantly, such thoughts of peace will flow in as will not only cast out all worrying thoughts, but compensate us for having had them. The effect then of all worry shall be to raise my mind, not depress it; it has come simply to prove my armor, to show me that the whole armor of God which envelops me is invincible, impenetrable; to prove to me how divine I am. The lances of worry are broken on this shield, and after the first blow, I am enabled to cry, "none of these things move me, for my life is hid in God!" But were I not thus assailed I could not know the power of God which I am; without this warfare I could not know the peace of God which passeth all understanding; without a fight I could never be a conqueror. My aspiration is very high, my ideal far above me, but the way thereto lies often through such bitter experience; but how can it be called bitter when a divine branch has stirred it into sweetness, when, having lost myself in God, I learn that I am able to resist the worry which otherwise would completely overpower me? Oh, it is something to learn one's power, specially if perchance another soul may be encouraged thereby. Thus there is compensation in worry, it gives deep intensity to thought and will, insists on being met and driven away, and thus leaves you calm and strong, with a something whispering in your heart, "Well done, good and faithful servant, enter thou into the joy of thy Lord," the joy of freedom, the joy of victory, the joy of peaceful content with circumstances, however sad they may appear. Oh, God has not died out of the universe, or out of the world, or out of the family, and made you alone responsible for them; He has not died out of yourself, leaving you to be the sport of the waves of circumstance; He is with all, through all, in all, and is all, everything came from Him and is tending to Him. He is the universal arranger, the guiding star of each and all. I will abide in the consciousness that nothing can be contrary to His good pleasure. Fear not, little flock, whether ye be black sheep or white, it is your Father's good pleasure to give you the Kingdom. Conditions are right for ripening the human soul, as they are right for ripening the fruits of the earth. Spirit laments no man's conditions, they are only experiences necessary to soul development, which is the object of all existence, and this world may be only our first-step in a very long line of evolution.