Experiencing worry, unease, or nervousness, typically about an imminent event or something with an uncertain outcome.Today was one of those days where I had some things planned, but didn't get a lot accomplished. I woke up with lots of zest of getting Aby ready for school, walking her to school, doing the dishes, picking up the kitchen and living room. And then I sat down for breakfast. Once I did that the day was blown. I had no energy for anything. I have a to-do list a mile long. I have clothes in the dryer that need to be folded, I need to go through clothes I can't wear and crack open the box of maternity clothes, closets need to be organized, I have orders to fill, bathrooms to clean, back porch to spruce up, I need to go through both girls shoes and clothes and see what they can/can't wear. I have PLENTY to do. I just couldn't do it. I started answering some emails and deleting ones I didn't need. I came across one from the makeup artist we used for the Christmas Stroll and I suddenly became very panicky. Now, I know I have 9 months until the Stroll even comes around again. BUT it takes all 9 months to plan. And in the midst of it all I'm going to have a baby. I'm going to have to figure out how to be a mother to 3 children, and work out the details of a very successful event for our town and surrounding areas. My hands at this point are just wringing with fear and anxiety.
How am I going to make this possible?????And then it hit me. I'm not. I alone cannot make the Kids Area a success. If I try, it will be a failure. I have to hand over all fear and anxiety to the only one who can deliver me from it and that's God. He has placed a fantastic group of people around me that are wholeheartedly invested in Whooville. They work their tails off, and are united in the final outcome. So my prayer is that I get some type of energy back to get a head start on my end of the organization. As I sit here and type this out it kinda seems a bit silly to me. Why do we allow things in our life to consume and raise our blood pressure a bit? Why when I began to panic was my initial thought to begin running through my head all the things to ADD to my to-do list instead of stopping and praying? And why did I allow it to put a damper on the rest of my morning? I think from now on I will hope to remember the Apostles Peter's advice, and cast all my cares upon God. It says in 1Peter 5:7 that I don't have to carry the burden of my worries. I may reflect on this experience as silly, but if I release these worries to God then He will gladly take the concern upon Himself. It's His responsibility to take care of me, and if I allow Him, He will wash His peace over me.