A worrywart can benefit from a connection to God. If I believed prayers were answered, I wouldn’t need to worry anymore.
Even though I’m an agnostic, I consider my relationship with God a pretty good one. Like those halfway-decent, parallel-play marriages between two independent sorts, God and I go into our individual orbits, then come together now and then for some support (for me). I like to think He understands our lopsided arrangement.
He can bet on hearing from me when any of my kids or I are about to be airborne. Then, after I know a plane one of us is on has landed, I repeat in quick succession “Thank you, God” four times. Four times, that’s the way it always comes out.
I do a lot more thanking than asking and not only because happiness gurus are always promoting gratitude as a path to well-being. It just seems as though He would appreciate that. For instance, if a poppy seed is stuck between my teeth and I begin rooting around in my purse for a toothpick and one stabs my finger right away, a silent “Thank you, God” for not wasting my time comes out automatically.
On the other hand, I impose considerable restrictions on asking for things. This is an effort to amass credit for future health and safety needs. So I never request anything like a good parking space or that the roof will stop leaking, even when it’s gushing in the middle of the night.
Although I wish I didn’t worry so much, this system with God and me is working out so far. Thank God.