Live in His Word

          I do not think of myself as a worrier. I think of myself as a planner and a fixer. Planning and fixing can be good, but there are times that they can cross over the line into the realm of worry. The thing is that worry can just kind of creep right up on you, and you don’t even realize it is coming. It is pretty sneaky like that. The other night, one of my children was dealing with something that was causing them frustration and even a bit of physical pain. This momma’s heart just wanted to rush right in and fix it for them, and I think that is normal. It isn’t wrong for me to wish I could fix things for them, but the problem came when I went to bed that night. Lying in bed I kept thinking, “if only I had done this, then this situation would be different” or “is it going to get better, what if it doesn’t get better?” I know better than this. I know that this kind of thinking doesn’t do any good, so eventually (I wish I could say ...

I did it. No matter how hard I try not to, I managed to give my email to someone that decided to share my email with others. Sharing is good and all, but not my email address. Now several times a day, I get emails that I just don’t need. Emails letting me know I can refinance my home (I don’t own a home), offering me new credit cards (which I definitely do not need) and the most interesting is perhaps the ‘Meet singles over 50’. Now this one might be tempting if it weren’t for two things. One- Despite the gray hairs that have begun to grace my head I am not over 50, for a couple of months I am not even 40 yet. Can I please just deal with one decade at a time? Two- I am very happily married, so I am not in need of meeting any available seniors right now. When I see these emails, I do not even bother opening them. You never know, some of them might even contain viruses. Now I just automatically delete them. Why? Because I don’t need them and they are a waste of my time and storage ca...