Worry Lines

I'm sick of worrying. Tired of it. Over it. Yet...it's ALL I do. I know Who controls everything, yet right now life just has me down. I feel like I'm at a crossroads in many senses. Seriously thinking about talking to someone besides my poor husband who catches the onslaught of my worry, grief, and tears. Poor guy.

I'm breaking out, gaining weight, turning gray, and getting worry lines...all from stress. That's ridiculous. My life is good; maybe some things could be in better shape, but overall, it's quite good. I know people whose life just stinks; I'm so thankful I don't have those worries. Yet the troubles I do have, I obsess over.

I'm battling jealousy, dissatisfaction, job stress, and financial worries (always, not matter what's in the bank!). But I do need to be positive about one thing especially-- my fantastic husband. He blesses me in small ways every day, but last night he stepped out of his comfort zone, stripped the puke-ridden crib and Hayden (he can't stand throw-up) and slept in the guest room, since Hayden desperately needed one of us. David put him with me in our bed and journeyed down the hall. We could have fit in our bed, but it would have been tight and a very long night. Hayden doesn't normally (or ever, really) sleep in our bed, but poor guy, he needed the proximity last night. So thank you, David, for standing firm and secure when I can't.