Therefore I tell you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat or drink; or about your body, what you will wear. Is life not more important than food and the body more important than clothes? Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they? Who of you by worrying can add a single hour to his life. -- Matthew 6:25-27
I come from a family of worriers.
My grandma was a worrier (always worrying about the health and safety of her children and grandchildren). My mother, to a lesser extent, worries. And so do I. But unfortunately, the "worry gene" has been passed along to Mr. B. He's a worrier and he's only 11.
I've shared this verse with my son many times hoping that I can convince him that worrying serves no purpose. In all actuality, it makes things worse. But he is my sensitive soul, and things that would not normally cause a second thought for some children, serve as persistent worries for my little man.
With the approaching school year, I find myself worrying about how his transition back into school will be (he has not expressed any concern yet, but I still worry). Will he be able to brush off the teasing that inevitably happens in middle school? Will he be able to stick up for himself and for what's right if challenged with peer pressure? And will I be able to handle his transition it tweenhood/puberty (without losing my mind)?
But, you see, there I go again. Worrying. I hate when I do that.
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That is my FAVORITE Bible verse. I also come from a long line of worriers. INSANE amounts of worrying over things we don't have the slightest control over. And pessimists. Egads it's a barrel of jolly when we all get together.
**hugs** about Middle School. It was the hardest few years for my daughter. The smaller elementary schools all dumped into one middle school, and cliques were immediately established. The intimacy of elementary was gone. Girls who were her "best friends" the year before wouldn't even talk to her in Middle School. It was rough. But she made it through. She's now about to be a Junior in High School, and high school has been much easier....of course, it brought it's own set of worries....but no more teasing and stuff.
NOOOO! Don't tell me this. I am the biggest worrier and I worry (hee) that I will pass that on to my kids. The last thing I need is a house full of worriers!
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ALL I DO is worry. Its a Greek momma thing that I got from my Greek momma. I worry all day long about everything - its very exhausting. Thankfully, my husband is the exact opposite, which both aggravates me and relaxes me (but not really).
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