I can worry with my eyes closed. In fact, I’ve done some of my best fretting in my sleep. Even when I’m alert, worry drones on beneath the surface looking for an opening to pop through. My worries appear reasonable. Physical facts support them. But—and this is a big “but”—they leave out God. When I experienced some health issues that included fatigue and brain fog, assorted fears taunted me. My weakness frightened me. I realized that when I feel strong I believe that with God I can handle Continue Reading