Wake-up call

Yesterday I was all set to rant about the cruddy "bouncer" at Zilker Botanical Gardens, and I realized that basically I was just transferring my stress about some other things in life to another situation that probably didn't deserve as much angst as I was giving it. Well, it deserved _some_ angst. I mean, come ON.

Oops, I'm sidetracking myself again.

At any rate, I've been trying to keep myself busy enough to avoid the pity party -- and been marginally successful. Of course, the busy part probably didn't decrease the stress levels even if it did distract me a bit from this last week of absolute insanity. Due to a disappointment that happened this week I've been a bit sulky (although I didn't want to admit it) and I was even contemplating skipping church this morning. Yeah, bad move, I know.

As it turns out, sometimes God is sending us pretty loud messages, but it takes us a while to clue in. As much as I tend to worry about things, I went to church after all, and the gospel lesson and sermon were over Matthew 6:24-34. Even the hymns and the opening lesson whapped me over the head with the "let go, let God" concept. Regardless of what the future brings, I know whatever happens fits in with God's plan for me.