Worry

Worry is a terrible thing.

I am the world's biggest worrier.  About five times a day, I'll ask Michael about different concerns I have.  He just rolls his eyes.

It's a problem, and I know it's a problem.

With the miscarriage, my worries have turned a bit more serious.

Will we ever have a successful pregnancy?
Will that trip to the ER be way too expensive?
My husband has now seen me at my least glamorous.  Does he still find me attractive?
If we try again and miscarry again, will I be able to get out of bed?
Will I ever feel whole again?
Will my parents ever get to be grandparents?
Is it my fault we aren't getting pregnant?
Will this help or hurt our marriage?

Today at church, God answered all of these questions.

A song came on that talked about sorrow and concerns.  God immediately brought me to the following verse:

Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own. Matt 6:34

I immediately felt a peace that I don't think I've felt since we found out about baby #2.  

-C