Well, in case you were wondering, I am a Fret Fanatic.
It’s amazing to me just how many times God asks us not fret, fear, worry, stress. The skeleton of Scripture seems to be this mandate to fret not.
And yet I fret.
And I don’t seem to think (at least consciously) that fretting is wrong. It’s so woven into the fabric of me, it’s just how I process life. I fret. I freak out. I worry.
My grandmother of my same name worried like a fanatic. She would create things to worry about. I remember thinking, I don’t want to be like…