Many nights, I’ve caught myself worrying about things that were supposed to happen the next day. Sometimes, I focused so much on these things that I would have nightmares about my worries.
Whenever nightmares interrupted my sleep, I felt horrible the next day. And it didn’t just make my day worse. It also affected how I interacted with my family. I was grumpy and tired.
What was funny was that the problem I had worried about was never as big of a deal as I had imagined it would be once it finally happened. Whether it was a doctor’s appointment or a trip to a new place, it was never as scary as I had expected.
I shared my fears and problems with my mom after a couple of sleepless nights. We began praying together for everything that was on my heart—including my worries about tomorrow.
I learned to let go and trust that God was going to take care of me today, tomorrow, and forever. I began to sleep better, feel better, and take life one day at a time.