My husband keeps telling me to Let Go and Let God. He's half joking and half serious. He's right though.
I have some things on my mind causing me angst. Little things. I'm talking inconsequential things. I'm almost embarrassed to admit it.
For instance, I'm "on call" to watch my friend's 3 year old when she goes into labor. She is due to have her baby any day now. I have been freakishly paranoid I will leave the house without my cell phone and she won't be able to reach me when she needs me and her husband will miss the birth of their child all because of me!
Also, another dear, well-intentioned friend thought it was a good idea to post my video on her Facebook page for all of our parish friends to see. Since then, I've had writer's anxiety. (I know, I'm using the term 'writer' loosely.)
And lastly, Allume. This is the Christian women's blogging conference I am going to next week. Holy cow! When you read the bio's of the women going to this, I am totally out of my league. There are published writers, inspirational speakers, business owners, homeschoolers, etc. who are going to this conference. I am already in awe of them and I haven't even gone yet. I'm also anxious about what I should wear. Will anyone talk to me? Is there audience participation involved? And if so, where's the nearest Exit?
But as Divine Providence would have it, while writing this post, I remembered the little card I have on my kitchen window sill that faces me while I'm at the sink.
How awesome is that? My cell phone and I are going to bed now. *wink*