Shortgrass
Well-known member
Today I took my grandsons to a baseball game; I felt guilty. Jan didn't feel good when I left, and two calves in the barn needed watched. I stewed the whole game, got home, and Jan felt better than when I left, and the calves were as well as if I'd watched them, and I should have enjoyed the game (Sky Sox, our home team won, the boys had a blast). The Bible tells us that "anxiety in the heart of man causes depression", also to "have no anxiety over any thing, but in every thing to give thanks and let your request be made known to God." Why is it, friends, that I know He loves us and that the very hairs on our head are numbered (even I can almost count them anymore
), and that He is our Shepherd and that He is the Good Shepherd, but I have such a hard time letting go and letting God? I still need to work on that. Sometimes things have a hard time getting from my head to my heart! Have yourselves a good Sunday Mornin', and a good rest of the week too.
