My View #147 - Worry

We all know what it is to worry, we all have our reasons for it and our own ways of dealing with it. Does worrying over something help? No! So we worry on and hope fills our hearts. Some people can hide it from view, but some have to talk and talk and cannot let go and relax. Some chew their nails, some have "worry beads" and some cry silently and are afraid.

I am in the last group. I have always been afraid of the dark, and one light, shining through my window at night, gives me comfort. So I leave my blinds open at night, since Ronnie died, and I know I am not alone. What a comfort that street lamp is. A big brave sissy I am! So good night, sleep well, and don't worry, you are in God's care.

Love to all

Mom xxx

February 25, 2009

Letty was in fact a big worrier, about things large and small. She worried about whether I was wearing warm enough clothes when I was middle-aged. She worried about things she had no control over in the larger world. But it wasn't until she wrote this piece, that I learned she was afraid of the dark. She never told me why.