I am crazy fearful.
I worry about everything.
Seriously....everything.
It’s something I’ve always struggled with but it seems the older I get, the more fearful I have become. I think it’s because I’ve lived more life and seen so much brokenness and
sadness and witnessed so many horrible things happen.
I know so many precious friends who have lost children, so many who have battled illnesses and addictions, watched so many families explode, seen first-hand so many heartaches and losses
and conflict that it’s hard NOT to worry because I know how awful life can be.
I so often stay awake at night
(thankful to have concealer to cover the massive bags under my eyes- at least partially)
worrying about everything from a snarky comment that someone left me on social media (Do I respond? If so what do I say? Maybe I should just stop all social media?), to did I pour enough love into my sweet girl while she was growing up (Oh how I pray I did), to a friend who is struggling with a burden so heavy I’m not sure how she is carrying it (& wondering what I can do to help her), to the health of myself and
those I love (& pondering what I can do to keep them healthy & happy for a long, long time),
to a million other things- both big and small, real and imagined.
