We are friends from far away. When we talk we always have something to say. Our lives so different yet the same. Every night we play the game. We talk of families and about our day. I always wonder if there's more to say. Could it have been different for you and I? Or was fate decided before we could have tried? For now we play our parts, that's all that's left; Never knowing if our hearts would have met.
“May God grant you always... A sunbeam to warm you, a moonbeam to charm you, a sheltering Angel so nothing can harm you. Laughter to cheer you. Faithful friends near you. Whenever you pray, God to hear you.” and a lasting love that will always be with you...
What qualifies our worry? Anything that drains our tank of joy-something we cannot change, something we are not responsible for, something we are unable to control, something that frightens us, keeps us awake when we should be asleep..
All of that now needs to be switched from our worry list to our prayer list..Give each worry-one by one-to God..Tell him we will no longer keep anxiety to ourselves..Let God handle it..