I've been home for about 30hrs now. In that 30hrs I have learned 1.5 chapters of statistics, made a chocolate éclair dessert thingy, watched brothers Grimm, and spent hours searching for a summer job.
It's that last one that's had me stressed - especially on finding out today that the place I'm interning at doesn't want me till June, and it is possible they may not want me at all.
Great. I'm lazy, I’m picky, and I’m stressed.
As I was walking home from the library today, it dawned on me - have I prayed about this today? or even in the past week? Have I brought any of my worries to the feet of Christ and laid them down?
NO! How is it that I forget so easily that my life is in his hands? But even in remembering I don't want to be caught up in "everything is going to work out". I mean, it will come to some end, but that doesn't mean I sit back and watch, does it?
Where is that middle ground between over anxious and negligence?
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