There is so much going on right now. SO much. And you know, I would really like to share those things with you, but I just don't even know where to start.
Ok let's start here. My good friend Roger is in Haiti right now. He landed in Port Au Prince hours before the earthquake hit. I can't be worried. We haven't heard anything from him, but I cannot worry. It just isn't in me. I don't know if that's a good or a bad thing, but I literally don't even think there is a reason to worry. Is there something wrong with me? Is it a defense mechanism my heart puts up so that I don't have to think about the unimaginable? I dunno, but it's working.
He's probably there entertaining the scared kids. That is what he does, what he's good at. That's what he is there for anyway. To serve the people, especially the kids. Maybe his timing was, in fact, perfect. I just wish he could call us to let us know that.
And then there's New York. Did I tell you I was moving to New York? Yeah, on Saturday. This Saturday. Crazy. But again, no worry or apprehension, it's just right. It's normal, natural. I think maybe I am broken.
I mean I am human right?!? Isn't it our job to worry like all the time? Ok, I know it is good not to worry, that God calls us not to worry even, but is that ever really possible? What does it mean if you don't ever worry? Does that mean I don't care as much as other people? It's kinda starting to freak me out man.
On a side note, That 70s Show makes me feel better about life. If you are having a bad day, just watch the whole first season. No worries there for sure.
p.s. I just realized I am starting to worry about never worrying. Maybe I am human after all.