Life can be a dirty shell game.

Here’s a distraction to cause anxiety.

Let’s have you dwell on this surprise mini-monkey wrench that looks big in the funhouse mirror of this morning’s light.

So I double down to fix it, and while I’m anxious about this……………………..that happens.

How I mourn for the pimple that stressed me as a teenager,

the unreturned call from a past crush,

the trivial worries that have scarred over long ago and no longer bear weight.

Addicted to worries,

there’re so many lined up.

Today I look to God.

Is it a sin to pray for faith?

I’ll skip the habitual queue and go straight to being a babe on God’s chest, slowing my breath in the comfort of His love.