I am not a good summer blogger. In fact, I am not good for much in the summer, except wandering around my house between sprinting from one summer activity to the next, wondering when I am ever going to have time for all those projects I put off until summer break.
However, I did have a moment this week to kneel down in exhausted prayer. I was feeling tired and a bit discouraged. It seems like someone in our family always has something that I am worrying about. Like I naively expected to get projects done over the summer, I think I also--naively--expected to have a break from the worrying. Worrying that someone didn't get invited to the party. Worrying that someone else needs more to keep him busy. Worrying that we are not meeting the needs of this child. Worrying that the athlete won't do well. Or the student won't do well. Worrying about the injured hand, foot, finger, shoulder. Worrying about inexperienced teenage drivers coming home from midnight movies, or a tired husband driving in the canyon.
So I knelt down one day this week, and I expressed the thought that I don't really like it that all these people give me so many things to worry about all the time.
Do you know what the answer was? It sure stopped me in my complaining tracks.
The answer was something like, "So you don't want to be like me? Because my children give me a lot of things to worry about."
Ah. So I when signed up to care about Heavenly Father's children, I signed up for worrying. Okay.
It made me feel a lot better. I guess this is what I signed up for, and I am surely in good company.