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I worry.  A lot.  I’m very good at it.  I’ve done it for as long as I can imagine. About virtually everything.  I’m very thorough to make sure I don’t miss anything I could worry about.  It’s a gift.

But it’s a gift that I gave up for Lent.

Do I think it’s going to be an easy thing to give up? No. I don’t even realize when I worry sometimes.  And there are some things, big things, that will probably come along and warrant worry.  But I’m going to do my best.

We have a lot of change coming up in our lives.  Change that I’ve been looking forward to, but change is also scary.  And we don’t know what’s waiting for us.  So I’ve taken worry to a new level.  But you know what? Worrying hasn’t helped us find jobs or decide where to live.  And strangely my worrying doesn’t make our marriage stronger.  It makes me a pain in the butt.  Especially because there is nothing my husband can do.  He can’t suddenly make all of the answers appear.  So my worry just ends up putting more stress on him.

So I’m giving up the stress, and I’m turning over the worry.  I’m making a conscious effort to let my faith carry me through the next seven weeks.

When I think about the person I want to be, I picture myself happy.  And worrying has never made me happier.  So I’m also thinking this endevour might make me happier.  I’ll let you know how it goes.