I Worry. That’s What I Do.

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.


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