I do worry at times.
I try not too. -- Not only because I have three children who depend on my backbone, and can practically read me like a book, but also because it's a waste of time.
We really can't be certain of exactly what God has planned for us...and we have no right to be concerned about it.
So I think.
But, as the saying goes, "it's easier said then done".
The phone rang around noon.
A "call out".
Which means "I can't tell you any information. I can't tell you where I'm going, how long I will be, or what I will be doing" "I'll call you when I'm out of danger". (People think there is little danger in this city, but they have no idea. There are criminals carrying knives, drugs, guns in EVERY city)
A kiss and a hug.
And a goodbye.
It's now 9:00 p.m.
Yep. Sometimes it gets to me.
The really good part of it all is:
you seldom take for granted those that you love.
And you always remind yourself that God has plans for you.
He knows ALL.
And I trust HIM.