Choose Faith

Sometimes I feel worried and I can't remember why. I can't recall the source of my nervous feeling. Devon laughs at me and says something like, "You should write yourself a note reminding you what to worry about today...  Worrying is like a rocking chair; it gives you something to do but gets you nowhere..."  And that worry-knot is in my gut, and that nagging-knot is in my head, and I try to retrace my thoughts to find the one thing that made me panic.  Oh, it is a lot of work, this whole worry business. 

My Nana once told me that she reminds herself to choose faith, because faith and fear cannot co-exist. 

Choose faith.  Choose faith.  Choose faith.

Along that same line, I heard on the radio once that one cannot worry while worshiping.

Worship.  Worship.  Worship.

Some days, I need these reminders to be written on my hands.  Taped up on my wall.  I can choose to conquer anxiety by choosing faith and by having a heart of worship for the One who created me and has blessed me immeasurably.

Now, if I could just remember what it was that was stressing me out...

Perhaps it was the fact that I can't seem to get enough of these-



They are just so delicious!  And I find myself replenishing my supply, which is a problem because my favorite jeans are getting pretty tight already, and while at the store I have that little dialogue with myself, you know the one-  Are you sure that you want to buy more?  Yes, I'm sure.  But you will eat them all.  Yes, but they are a seasonal candy.  And I love them.  And soon enough they won't be available until next year, so I should indulge while I can.  You might be sorry.  No, I won't.  You might.  I won't.

It appears that I'm not the only one who eats them.  Yesterday I found that Max had pushed a stool into the kitchen and helped himself to my treats!

(Please ignore the fact that our knives are totally within his reach in this video!  Please do not call CPS!)

Did you know that Tangled is now available in stores?  We bought it yesterday, and we give it ten thumbs up (Get it?  Ten thumbs because there are 5 of us?).  We've already watched it a few times, and I predict that we'll keep playing it because it is a stormy day outside and I don't aspire to leave the house at all.  Plus, Lucy looks like this while we watch-

So, on this mid-week stormy day, I am working to choose faith.  I am focusing on immeasurable blessings.  I will watch Tangled again.  I will sniff the back of Max's neck and behind his ears because he smells so yummy, and I will kiss him 1,000 times because next month he will turn 2 years old and I am feeling sentimental.  I've promised to paint some tiny fingernails and toes, and from where I am sitting now, I can see that I've got some dishes to clean.  

And if I happen to remember what it is that I'm worrying about, I'll be sure to write it down this time :)