I worry. If anyone asks me what I do best, that would have to be my answer. I worry. That’s simply what I do.
We’re getting ready for evening prayer tomorrow and an ordination Tuesday. I worry about the weather. I worry about those traveling. I worry that the hotel accommodations for our guests will be sufficient. I worry about lane closures. I worry. I worry. I worry.
Does worrying ever change a thing? No. I know that. I really do. I worry about that, too. I worry about the fact that I worry too much.
So, you know what happens when I worry way too much? I go to bed.