a day of gratitude - 26

I started to write "it is funny how..." and I realized that it really isn't funny. It is not funny how I worry about so many things. Just this morning I got myself in such a snit over the fact that my oldest son had not told me about a project due in 2 weeks that he has known about for over a month (and he had not started working on). I started to dig that hole and jump in it with full force. I started to worry about that project as if it were my own -- so much so that I felt nauseous. Fortunately, my saner than me husband called me on it. Unfortunately, I felt so sorry for myself I was just plumb pitiful.

I eventually climbed out of the hole and tried to have a normal day. But, a nagging feeling stayed with me through the day.

I started to write "it is funny" again! I should say it was providential that Craig's sermon tonight was on worrying (based upon Phillipians 4:6-8). It was reminder that to worry is to not trust in God. Instead of worrying, we are supposed to pray. I have much praying to do.

I am grateful for a husband who calls me on my sin and for a pastor who teaches me skills to do better.