Useless Worrying

I think I have more of my father in me than I would like. My father is a worrier and I appear to be one too.

I know that worrying about my meeting with the bishop tomorrow can't do anything, but still I worry.

I am flying next week and I worry.

I hate worrying.

I should be able to give it all to God and I try hard to follow that. I try to give it all to God but there is still a part of me that just gets mired.