Don't worry . . .

Dwight takes after me. He is a worrier. While travelling this past weekend, we were in our hotel room discussing worry. The short version was "God tells us not to do it. He promises to take care of us so that we can rest assured that His will is done, etc." Cosette was listening intently to our entire conversation. Once I was finished, I said aloud, "Now where did I put my purse?" To which Cosette replied, "I don't know where it is and God doesn't want me to worry about it."