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I love Kyle. He’s so good at soothing me. Lately I’ve been thinking about the large amount of time I spend worrying. It’s horrible! Seriously,
I am a worrywart and it’s a rare occasion this semester that I haven’t
been wound up tight in this little ball of tension from worrying about
one thing or another… or perhaps both all at once! It's exhausting and I don't feel happy. Kyle is helping me try to stop doing that. If I spent as much time worshiping God as I do worrying… ufda! How great would that be?
It’s this odd tension of knowing that I need to stop worrying and not care so much. But then I’m afraid that in doing so, I won’t hold myself accountable and I’ll slack off. I just really need to trust that God will take care of me.
I have an Art History test on Tuesday that is worth 20% my grade and I don’t know what to expect. This is where this weekend’s worry-rant is stemming from.
Kyle said, “Whitney, if you get a C on this test that won’t make you a bad person. It won’t change how beautiful you are. It won’t mean you’ll be a horrible mother someday. It won’t mean you’re not smart. It won’t make God love you any less. And it won’t make me love you any less. Hun, when you worry, try looking at life from the end and decide if it’ll really matter that much.” *Sigh*
Hehe… my mom called me tonight. We talked for quite a while. At one point she asked me if I would like to wait on sending out Christmas cards until I had been home for a couple days. “Because maybe then we can include some special news. And maybe we can take a family picture with 5 people in it this year instead of 4.” That totally made my night! :-)
It’s this odd tension of knowing that I need to stop worrying and not care so much. But then I’m afraid that in doing so, I won’t hold myself accountable and I’ll slack off. I just really need to trust that God will take care of me.
I have an Art History test on Tuesday that is worth 20% my grade and I don’t know what to expect. This is where this weekend’s worry-rant is stemming from.
Kyle said, “Whitney, if you get a C on this test that won’t make you a bad person. It won’t change how beautiful you are. It won’t mean you’ll be a horrible mother someday. It won’t mean you’re not smart. It won’t make God love you any less. And it won’t make me love you any less. Hun, when you worry, try looking at life from the end and decide if it’ll really matter that much.” *Sigh*
Hehe… my mom called me tonight. We talked for quite a while. At one point she asked me if I would like to wait on sending out Christmas cards until I had been home for a couple days. “Because maybe then we can include some special news. And maybe we can take a family picture with 5 people in it this year instead of 4.” That totally made my night! :-)