I was sixteen when the first seeds of worry were planted in my heart. My father was out of work that whole year. While the rest of my friends planned parties to celebrate their special year, I hid away in my bedroom, lost in a sea of uncertainty, worry, and fear. Those seeds of worry quickly sprouted and grew like weeds, entangling itself all around my heart. Worry continued to thrive and grow during my college years where I stressed over every test, project, and of course, the wedding plans.

Worry then continued its growth into my early marriage, graduate school years, and into my career. But it was when I became a mother that worry grew into full bloom in my heart…to read the rest of this post about the weeds of worry, visit Women of God Magazine where I am guest posting today.