No matter what I did, worry wouldn’t leave me alone. Prayer. Mediation. Mindfulness. Even gardening didn’t stop it from tormenting me. “You’re a thief, worry, robbing me of my peace,” I said.
“I know,” worry replied, and grinned, happy with itself.
Hmmm, I thought. If I give everything to God, there won’t be anything for worry to take. “I give everything to you, God,” I prayed.
“You’re no fun,” worry shouted, and stormed off, “But I’ll be back!”
“I’m sure you’ll try,” I said and smiled, knowing that I had nothing to worry about.