Shortgrass
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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. 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 me and that the very hairs on my head are numbered (even I can almost count them anymore), and that He is my Shepard and that He is the Good Shepard, 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 God Bless.