I can still remember....

I found an old journal of mine last night. One from when I was in high school. I had illusions of being a great writer some day, so I would jot down my little meditations. Even though I can't remember what I was wearing or what I actually accomplished on those days, I remember penning some of those thoughts, excitements and anxieties. Looking back, I wonder, "Why did I ever fret of those small details?"

I used to be one of those people must have every detailed lined up. I would get so anxious if I couldn't see the planned outcome. Isn't it funny, though, that I survived so many "insurmountable" obstacles? I wonder how worry becomes such a prominent fixture in my life. Even though I am not quite as up-tight as I once was, Worry is still my "neighbor." I've been trying to get him evicted, but to no avail....

Isn't it comforting to finally relax and trust and have faith that everything will work out? Not that I have mastered this area, but every once in a while, I realize it! Sometimes we need those reminders. Sometimes we need to find old journals and just remember....