Worry Warts

I am a worrier. Not so much about whether the plane is going to go down

or whether the Bug is going to contract a disease from eating dirt;

Nope, still not worried...

it's a different kind of worrying. It goes a little something like this:

Did I offend ___ when I said ___? I shouldn't have ___. Maybe if I had ___ instead. Do I come off as self-righteous? What if ___ thinks I'm conceited? I wish I had more confidence. I said too much. Next time I ___ I'm just going to keep my mouth shut.

And on. And on. And, well, on.

Peace is something that I don't allow myself to feel very often. Oh, how I would love to feel peace! I will stop here as no one wants to read a year-long post about someone else's problems.

Suffice it to say that this morning I went here and found this article entitle 'The Balm of Gilead', and found it very comforting. It does seem that the more I search for answers, the more I realize the answer to every question is the same, and it is the Savior. I am so quick to forget He who understands all. And so I continue my life-long quest of learning how to come unto Him.

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