But God made a compelling case in my life today in the most organic, unexpected, heart-easing way. Just saying it happened. 'Cause I'm all kinds of grateful.
But of course it wouldn't be me if I didn't immediately seize on a new thing to worry about, which is that my daughter leaves for South Africa in three days. She and her group will teach the arts to kids at two township schools over her two-week spring break, and she is sick. She has a cold, which I am praying is just a cold, and will we know for sure in time? Her dad has just recovered from a tough case of the flu that knocked him down for four days. I kept thinking of a mighty oak laid low, as this man hardly ever, in the twenty-eight years I have known him, takes to his bed. He's fine now, but it would really suck for my girl to get that kind of sick on the other side of the world.
I think I must be addicted to worry. What kind of faith woman am I? My mother always says, trust your hopes and not your fears. I'm doing my best.
You are so loved.