i am blessed to worry about the things i worry about. driving my car and the job i prayed for. studying modal realism and russian literature, my midterms, if my grades will be good enough for grad school. my girlfriend and my moms who i love. i could go on! God has given me so much and it is only natural that i worry about it all; how could His goodness, which is, by nature, beyond the edges of my understanding, ever be reduced to something that requires no further thought?















