Wednesday, February 9, 2011

plain tired.

I'm tired. Exhausted. Weeping tears tired. Yes I didn't sleep well last night, (thank you teenage boys who don't sleep, at night anyway) but it's more than that.

I'm tired of worrying. About what? Our son. The relationships that he seems so intent on ruining: with me, his father, his siblings. Are we really that bad?!

Worrying about money. Why is there always more month at the end of the check?

Worrying about my health. Worrying others about my health.

Worrying about my folks, my kids, my grandson.

Do we ever stop worrying?

Matthew 6:25-27 -"Therefore I tell you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat or drink; or about your body, what you will wear. Is not life more important than food, and the body more important than clothes? Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable then they? Who of you by worrying can add a signle hour to his life?"

Lord, take away my worry.