I was chatting with a very good friend of mine a couple of days ago (lots of fun!). Isn’t it funny how time flies when you’re having fun? Uh-huh, that’s why songs have those lyrics, thank you very much, Gloria Estefan! 😀 harhar. Anyway. When it was time for goodbyes, she told me how she could now sleep as her kids were already home. Oh, yeah. Thank goodness I have a few more years before I have to deal with that kind of worry. But I certainly know how it feels.
Many years ago, when I was still…ahem… single, my brother’s room was right next to mine (separated by a shared bathroom). This room arrangement was great because he had a fantastic sound system (way back when there were 33s and spinners 😀 ) and because we come from a family that loves music, I loved being able to just open the adjoining door and get free entertainment without the job of having to lift the needle when the record had reached its end.
Having adjoining rooms also meant that I knew exactly when he came home (which was often in the wee hours of the morning). Since I have always been a night-owl, I was the one who received that call one fateful dawn when he called to say that he had been in a car accident and could I please send my brother-in-law (who lived with us then) over to help him out. Years after, I was also the one still up that other dawn when we received a call that my brother-in-law had himself gotten into a car accident. (I should sleep earlier, you think? 😀 )
You would understand, therefore, how I hate phones that ring at dawn.
(By the way, my brother ended up with a very Harry-Potter-like scar on his forehead that he never bothered to have treated by a plastic surgeon so he could have a visible reminder of how important it was to never come home that late again. My brother-in-law was coughing up shattered windshield glass and picking pieces of them out from his eyes weeks after his own accident. But thank God, they both cheated death. Guardian angels working overtime.)
Now really, why the need to talk of such awful stuff? Well, we all have things we worry about. I worry about getting phone calls that carry bad news. I worry about my kids slipping in the bath. I worry about losing the people I love without warning. What do you worry about? Or are you one of those lucky few who blissfully sashay and sway through life with zero worries? And tell me now, honestly, are there even people like that? 🙂
And yet… as soon as those troublesome thoughts enter my mind, I take my psychic broom and start sweeping them right out my mind’s door. Then I sit and say a prayer. Because, really, what can worrying do? We take the necessary precautions, and the rest is left to faith. I have a very active relationship with my guardian angel and the guardian angels of my family. I bug them all the time to keep those I love safe. And they do a great fantabulous job. So really, what’s the point in worrying? Doesn’t do any good… and it leaves wrinkles in its stead.
So in celebration of saying CEASE! to worrying habits, I made a freebie for my friend… and for me… and for all of you who are interested as well. I only made a colored version because from the comments in the downloads, it seems not everyone needs the black-and-white version. I suppose you can always recolor the colored version anyway if you want to change the colors. If you happen to want the black and white version, just drop me a line and I’ll make one to download too. [Same Terms of Use, in case you were wondering 😉 ].
Again, it’s very simple… but it comes with a lot of affection and good vibes (and brooms to sweep worry away!). Enjoy, and please do be kind and leave a comment… I can’t tell you enough how encouraging it is to get comments, and how it truly helps me come up with stuff that would suit what you want. 🙂
Enjoy!
Note: This is a png file… background is only there for viewing pleasure. 🙂
Download the wordart HERE. ETA: Sorry, link is no longer available.
liv.e simply 
Liv … what can I say but …. been there, done that! With all my kids, I would be insane right now if I gave in to worrying everytime one of them left the house. I did get my fair (or unfair) share of those phone calls and I shed many a tear over them. Fortunately, I’ve never had any major or life threatening calls for my kids. But we did get one dreaded call about my son-in-law that resulted in us living at the hospital for a week. He shouldn’t be here today but what can I say … prayer works and it works miracles!!! Thank you so much for sharing your thoughts and your creative talents! I downloaded your generous gift and can’t wait to use it. Thanks!!!!!!!!!!! {{{{{cyber hugs & kisses}}}}}
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I worry all the time. I really know what you are saying. The worst thing that ever happened to me, (my husbands sudden passing nine years ago) was something I had not worried about enough. He was a pilot and skydiver, loving to do aerobatics. He taught flying and aerobatics and skydiving. I always thought one of those things would probably take him. But God had another plan. We had dated for about three years after I graduated from high school, and then we split up. We were apart for about twenty five years and then we got back together! He found me! We were lucky to have seven great years together the second time around. And by the way…my sister is one that never , never worries. It kind of bothers me that she doesn’t. Oh well. Thanks for the great word art! I like the way it is said. You are always so giving and sharing.
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How I can relate to that am phone call having a 23 yr.old daughter and a 20 yr. old son. My daughter was quite rebellious a few years back and I had no choice but to adapt the concept of not worrying and putting it in God’s hands. My thoughts were exactly the same worrying won’t help. My son had a car accident in Jan. and I got the phone call at 3:30 in the morning and thank God it was from him. He had skidded on the ice and 360’d so his car was wrecked but he was OK. It scared the living daylights out of me and everytime he leaves the house now I give him a speech. Thanks so much for your word art. Beautiful job again.
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