Worry Never Makes Things Better
It's the wee hours of early morning and I'm tired, but can't fall asleep. I feel the ache of my body, that begs for rest. Once again, I find myself worrying about where he is and what he is doing. I ruminate the worst scenario. Why do I torture and punish myself this way? I pray, "Lord, be with him. Give him wisdom, the desire and strength to make and carry out wise decisions." I know that God hears my pleas, but my faith is weak. I struggle with trusting my son in the Father's hands. I know the Lord is watching over all His children. So why do I worry and fret? I know, it's said that moms worry about their children, no matter how old they get. Why is that? I think most moms struggle with worry for their children. It's our natural instinct. But is it really biblical to worry as a mom? I constantly have to read and re-apply the following verses to my life, when worry starts to rear it's ugly head in my head... 6 Do not be anxious a