Sometimes I really annoy myself. I’m sure I annoy other people too but this time I annoy myself!! 
When the kiddies go to bed, all is tidied up & I sit down with that long awaited cup of tea, (which always tastes the best), I think & think & then I worry & then I cry a wee bit (quite a frequent thing for me these days!) & then I catch myself on!
Why does the devil always get in there with that wee seed of worry…well I guess I let him, that’s the problem. I’ve got to remember one of my favourite verses –
Phil 4 v 6&7 – Don’t worry about anything; instead, pray about everything. Tell God what you need, and thank him for all he has done. Then you will experience God’s peace, which exceeds anything we can understand. His peace will guard your hearts and minds as you live in Christ Jesus.
I’ve got to take those wee worry thoughts captive.
I used to worry about Emma a lot, when we first got our diagnosis. I used to sit up at night dwelling on whether or not she would ever talk. I don’t really as much anymore. I’m not sure if it’s an acceptance thing or just realizing that worry won’t change the future or a trusting God thing … I think I just started to realize the power in the fact that EVEN IF all my worries come true, God will still be there, He’ll still be God, and He’ll still be good. Worry is a really hard part of this special life, but I promise that it’s one part that really does get easier! Hang in there, Mama!