Why do we worry? In my case it is the fear of the unknown or the memories of bad things that have happened before.
Tonight, Ryan was talking on the phone and it cut off after only talking for a total of 53 seconds. I call him back, and back, and again, and one more time, and again . . . it's seriously ridiculous. This fear and worry crept in so fast, and all of the most senseless reasons as to why he didn't answer were swirling around in my head. I mean, CRAZY thoughts!
I called Mom just to make sure my phone was working. It was. Mom reminded me that his phone could have died. I wanted to believe her, so I took that as the case. I focused on something else.
In the meantime, my very favorite verse was running through my head: Philippians 4:6 - Do not worry about anything, but pray about EVERYTHING! So, I prayed.
Thank God that it was just the cell battery running out of juice. He knew I was worried . . . it's not the first time!
Does anyone else do this?