Sponsored by www.chick-fil-a.com/Locations/OH/Southern-Park Lk: 11 And he said, "Woe also to you scholars of the law! You impose on people burdens hard to carry, but you yourselves do not lift one finger to touch them." Jn 10:27 My sheep hear my voice, says the Lord; I know them, and they follow me.
Fear stinks. It really does.
And it unfortunately manifests itself in so many facets of daily existence.
I mean, there are the biggies: fear of dying (loved ones more than self, at least for me); fear of war, famine, or an epidemic or pandemic outbreak; fear of terrorist attacks; fear of terrifying creatures great and small (snakes, spiders, crows---look, I never said these were rational, people); fear of flying; fear of the zombie apocalypse; fear of them not making Donut House chocolate glazed donut flavored K-Cups anymore. You know, the usual.
But I think, more paralyzing than those even, are those run-of-the-mill, can't-get-it-outta-my-head recurring fears. They haunt me.
Is Kyle safe and healthy today? Is he happy? What about Scott (my nephew who is also away at school)? How are our folks and siblings? Oh, and my Mum-in-law and sis and bro-in-law are traveling; are they okay? What about the nieces and nephews who are grown and have real jobs and are raising families and planning weddings? How about my pals expecting new little humans -- or the ones who just hatched a brand new tiny homo sapien? What about my girlfriend who's having so much stress at work...or the one with that health thingy going on?
How am I going to get all my projects done...on time...and well? Am I missing someone's birthday today? When am I going to be able to even think about Christmas shopping? Ugh, is it really going to snow Sunday??? It is exhausting being me. #WorryIsMyLife
When I reach the point of minor hyperventilation, I know it's time.
Time to stop, drop, and pray, PK, pray. I get out my rosary and start "workin' the beads" as my pal Mike G. always used to say to me when we worked together. I miss that guy. Wonder how he is? His wife? Their son? I digress...
Anyway, just like that, I calm down for a moment and stop trying to break into prison, Capisce?
At least for the following 30 to 40 minutes, anyway...#LetItGo #GiveItUp #DontFreakOverWhatYouCantControl #Pray