So, ummmm, there's a chance that I worry too much. Last night, driving home from church, I heard the death rattle in my car. It was coming from underneath and both sides. It changed as I braked and accelerated. Like the tell-tale heart, its sound rose to a crescendo as I turned onto our dirt road. And I went through all the scenarios - me, alone, on a dirt road, attacked by coyotes before anyone can get to me. Or, I make it home but we have to buy a new car and we can't afford one and I have to ask the administrators if I can ride the school bus to and from work.
Just one example. And much less serious than my other worries. Beth Moore said in her Esther study, "If __________, then God." Fill in the blank. Everything fits. There is nothing bigger than God. He's proven it over and over again in scripture and my life. And yet.
The death rattle? A stick.
Linking up with Emily for imperfect prose on thursday.