When Mole Hills become Mountains....

  "Do not be anxious about anything, but in every situation, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God.  And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus." Philippians 4:6-8

I am not normally an anxious person.  I have my moments (as we all do), but for the most part I can remain pretty level headed about things.  But Lately....I don't know...it seems like every time something goes wrong I move at the speed of light from feeling confident that somehow it will all work out, to all out worry that this is the beginning of my life falling apart for good!

  Take for instance today, when I had to take the day off of work in order to bring my car into the mechanics.  Any normal person would be okay doing that because it's what needs to be done.  I on the other hand stressed out about calling out of work to the point that it was as if I would get fired for not showing up.  Even after I called and let them know I wasn't coming I could still feel my stomach in knots.  Then my worry only increased as I arrived at the auto-mechanics to have them take a look at my car, thinking that this might possibly be the last of "Rusty's" nine lives (Rusty is the affectionate name we have for my 15 year old Honda that is slowly deteriorating to it's death).
  All morning while I awaited word as to what could be wrong with it, I worried about what might happen if "Rusty"  truly was out for the count and I had to find a new car immediately.  I thought about how adding a car loan onto my other bills, would mean putting so many other things on hold and how depressing it would feel to work this hard to get ahead and watch it all fall apart in one afternoon.
  Then after hearing that the problem was fixable and agreeing to the work being done today, I found myself stressing out even more about once again putting money into a car that is dying.  I felt my stomach getting even more tighter as I drove to pick it up after the repair, thinking that maybe somehow they quoted me the wrong price and it was going to cost me even more than I had to take it home.
  In the span of 8 hours I traveled from being confident that everything would be okay, to realizing it might not be, to believing that if I made the wrong decision about whether or not to repair the car, I would not only be setting myself up for failure, but change the entire course of my life!!!  How does that happen?!?!  Luckily for me, I was able to come back to my senses....but I can't help but wonder...What is going on?!?!  This is not normal.....and it's Exhausting!