There's a situation at my house that I can't get off my mind. I feel like I bungled my whole way through. It didn't turn out like I hoped, I feel like we made some people dear to us sad, and it gnaws at me all day long. Going over what I should have done here and there, wondering what so-and-so will do, going all the possible outcomes and at better moments, praying for everyone involved. Actually, I've been praying a lot. I take myself up by the scruff of the neck and say "Get your mind off this. Get back to business. Stop worrying and fussing." And I do for a while but then I find myself sinking back into it. It's making me nuts.

Either God is God, or He isn't.
Either He has a plan for everyone involved or He doesn't.
Either He will work all things together for good for all or He won't.
Either He is sovereign even over my stupid mistakes or He isn't.

I have hung my life on the hooks that God is God. That He does care. That He is sovereign. That He is the way to conquer sin and foolishness and that He is always good, even when I don't understand. I believe He is smiling, not frowning. That He cares about our tears and sighs. That the path He sets before us may not be easy, but it will be for our best. And I must take those I love best and commit them to this same loving care.