I'm the queen of worry. Worrying about things that may not even happen. Looking too far down the road and jumping to conclusions. I call it, "mental preparation." But perhaps I should stop at "mental." Long story short, I quit my job to be home with the kids. It has been an odd transition for me. In our lives, we take calculated risks. We weigh the options, make a decision, and leap. It's nice to be paired with someone who is confident and loving. Someone who listens to your freak-out moments, when you feel like your free-falling, and encourages you. Like last night, for instance. As we are figuring out the fine details of our new arrangement, I can't help but freak out. "Did I make the right decision? How are we going to do this?" He looked at me and calmly responded, "Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding." Why do I constantly let doubt and fear overwhelm me? I guess that's why we need ...
Navigating life one adventure, one goal, one idea at a time. And probably messing up along the way. But that's okay. I'm a beginner.