I am currently in the process of worrying about how everything's going to turn out. As if there were any details for me to take care of! Seriously, I am in a situation of everything falling into place beautifully and unbelievably perfectly.
So I worry that it's too perfect. I worry that something will fall through. Yeah, that's how I roll. I know it's not Lent anymore, but I am still going to have to give this up. It's ridiculous!
You know, now that I think about it, maybe it's not so much the worry as the lack of control that I have right now. I might like to have a certain amount of control in my life. There are certain things that look like they're going to fall into place, but they might not, and I can't control how the chips fall, so I go to worrying about it.
Ahh, I feel better now. Blogging is cathartic. Nothing like looking at all this in black and white to realize that I'm being a little silly. When I get on a plane, I don't worry about it's going to get there. I just sit back and relax and trust the pilot to do his job. I'd even be able to sleep, except for the fact that I can't relax enough to sleep around strangers. Clearly, God is way more capable and in control than any pilot, so I am ready to enjoy the ride. Also, Jamie's #7 here was speaking right to me, so I thought I'd better listen! :)