Worry?
Me? Um, yea.
You see, I really don't need any assistance when it comes to the worry department. I got it covered. You guys can go have a break and watch some Desperate Housewives of Atlanta for fun. I have your and my worries covered in such a way that people in a 5 mile radius shouldn't ever have to worry because I have done it for them.
Now, don't send me any advice suggesting the latest pharmacological break through. I don't need that. My worries and I are completely comfortable. We have a good working relationship. We feed each other. To quote Martha, "It's a good thing."
I would like to think that worries are the Ever-Ready Battery powering my inner bunny. I will always have a band-aid, flashlight, emergency window breaker (thanks Sheilah--great Christmas gift). I will always run through a conversation for most scenarios that YOU haven't even thought of (crazy bag lady? door to door salesman gone nuts?) I will always be the one to say a quick prayer when I hear sirens. A quick prayer when I hear a temper tantrum in the store just in case it's more than your average run-of-the-mill temper tantrum. I like to think I will always be ready with extra snacks in the car, coats, hats...OK so the state of the "mother-ship" leaves a lot to be desired-- but I am READY!
My worries keep my prayer life rich. They do not define me or control me. They allow me to think of other people if just for a moment. They keep me on my toes, close to God and looking forward. That can't be that bad...
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