We really are going to move. It is for real. I am packing boxes and listing and selling things on Craig’s List! If I think too long about it, I get a little anxious! Primarily because I have roped my parents into this adventure and I am fearful they are being held against their will! So I immediately turn these thoughts off for fear of having an anxiety attack. :o) I will attempt to take a photo of my progress and download it here tomorrow.

Speaking of anxiety, I read a post on a blog today that contained a very, very brief (1 or 2 sentences) account of a gal who was a 7 year breast cancer survivor and was recently diagnosed with it again but having metastasized to her lungs. Yikes. That sobered me quickly. The thing is, I know the things I am and am not supposed to do in order to reduce my chances of a reoccurrence,  yet it is as though I live in denial. And the denial isn’t along the lines of I’ll never get cancer again but more like I can’t do anything about it so why bother, which is such a lie! I stick my head in the sand. I do not want a reoccurence. DO NOT. Why, if I had a reoccurence at the 7 year mark my sweet kids would only be 14 and 11. They still need me! So why am I so foolish? Once again, I say to myself, ” I do not understand what I do. For what I want to do I do not do, but what I hate I do.” Romans 7:15 For real. What is my problem?

My God is not a God of fear. He says that He is my God, that he holds my right hand and says “do not be afraid for I will help you.” (Don’t know the location of that verse exactly. Psalms?) Do not be afraid. That sounds like a command. Don’t be afraid of dying. Don’t be afraid of leaving your kids while they are so young. Don’t be afraid of treatment. Don’t be afraid of what will happen to my husband. Don’t be afraid of my family falling apart if I die. Don’t be afraid of my kid’s future. Don’t be afraid of who teaches my children or how my children will be taught. Don’t be afraid that there will be no one to love my kids like I do. Don’t be afraid of my children’s sorrow or fear. Don’t be afraid about my children’s relationship with Christ if I am not there to teach them and guide them and point them to Him. Don’t be afraid that there will be no one to love my kids like I do. Don’t be afraid that there will be no one who understands my kids like I do. Don’t be afraid that there will be no one to love my kids like I do. Don’t be afraid that know one knows my kids like I do. Don’t be afraid that there will be no one to love my kids like I do. Don’t be afraid that there will be no one to nurture my kids like I do. Don’t be afraid there will be no one to love my kids like I do. DON’T BE AFRAID THERE WILL BE NO ONE TO LOVE MY KIDS LIKE I DO! Don’t, don’t, don’t.Yet sometimes I am scared to death.

So here is Matthew 6:25-34. I am replacing any reference to me with my kids.

“For this reason I say to you, do not be worried about your kid’s lives, as to what they will eat or what they will drink; nor for their bodies, as to what they will put on. Is not life more than food, and the body more than clothing? Look at the birds of the air, that they do not sow, nor reap nor gather into barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are your kids not worth much more than they? And who of you by being worried can add a single hour to his child’s life? And why are you worried about clothing? Observe how the lilies of the field grow; they do not toil nor do they spin, yet I say to you that not even Solomon in all his glory clothed himself like one of these.  But if God so clothes the grass of the field, which is alive today and tomorrow is thrown into the furnace, will He not much more clothe your children? You of little faith! Do not worry then, saying, ‘What will my kids eat?’ or ‘What will my kids drink?’ or ‘What will my kids wear for clothing?’ For the Gentiles eagerly seek all these things; for your heavenly Father knows that your kids need all these things. But seek first His kingdom and His righteousness, and all these things will be added to you. “So do not worry about tomorrow; for tomorrow will care for itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own.”

Thank you Father. Remind me not to me anxious for tomorrow. That tomorrow will take care of itself.