Worry Dethroned

I’m a natural worrier. The twist of my gut, the contortions of my mind intended to untwist the gut, the acceptance of my good plan, then the knowing there is no good plan, not really. The twist of my gut, the contortions of my mind intended . . . around and around. Minutes, sometimes hours. A few mornings ago, a truth came to me through that little portal, the one we all possess. The one where the Spirit whispers, “Look!” “W.O.R.R.Y. doesn’t work. You know it doesn’t, even when you think it does. It’s entirely backwards: Y.R.R.O.W” I jotted down the letters on a piece of paper and the acrostic…