Post anxiety attack

Last night after my self induced anxiety attack of shaking all over, being sick to my stomach and getting past the need for a paper bag, I finally settled down, took a shower, got into bed, and opened my Bible. (That sentence may when the award for most commas.)

When I opened up to read my New Testament daily reading specified for January 8, this is the opening sentence:

"Therefore I tell you, do not be anxious about your life..."

Uh, why wasn't I reading this an hour ago?

"Therefore do not be anxious about tomorrow, for tomorrow will be anxious for itself. Sufficient for the day is its own trouble."

Now, if only I could master that. I'm not worked up into the frenzy I was, but the anxiety is still there below the surface.

My shout out for today go to Misha for bringing me a blended caramel macchiato from my favorite place in town to get them--just the way I like--because she's a special friend who does that when she knows I need a pick me up (she and Matt were reading my blog from last night). And to Matt who patiently waited in the van while she came to bring it in. And to Mariah who says, "Hi Miss Audra" in the absolutely most wonderful way with the biggest smile on her face. It could only be matched by Merilee, but she was asleep after her own rough day (we probably shouldn't start her on caramel macchaitos yet). I even got giggles out of Miles today.