I do, a lot. More than I would like. I hate it about myself. How I wish I could be one of those care-free people!! I think “worry” runs in my family. It’s definitely hereditary. My Mom is a worrier, as is my Grandma, my Dad and several others in my family.
I’m worrying about a certain person in my life right now and it almost brings me to tears to even think about it. I’ve finally decided to pray for her every time I worry about it. I’m not in control, God is and He’s going to watch out for my friend and keep her safe.
I read this blog a lot and you should, too! I especially identified with this post on worry. Thanks Cindy!