It's a true gift to not have to worry. Storms will come and when they do, worry will knock on our doors, but as a follower of Jesus, I'm learning to deflect it to God, hot-potatoe style. Jesus was not a stressball. I'm sure He never refused to leave the house until every pillow was in the right spot on the couch. Or replayed his convo with His boss 25 times trying to decide if He left a good impression. Or lost it when His computer crashed and He lost half his thesis paper. In fact, when crappy, even near-death things happened to Jesus, He kept His cool (Matt 8:23-27, John 18:1-11). And it wasn't some fakey beauty-pageant smile, but the fruit of a heart resolved. So instead of letting worry in and making it some tea, I'm saying, "See ya!"and giving it a swift kick in the tush on the way out.