Another big, and expected (duh) change is my new Alarmist personality.
Chad has a cold. It’s pneumonia and he’s going die. Chad is on the roof. He’s going to fall off and be paralyzed. Brittany didn’t text. She was in a car accident. Baby has a fever. Take her to the hospital. We hear a boom in the woods. A house blew up.
It has almost become a joke.
One of the things I asked him to complete this year is to sign up for life insurance (I know! Why don’t we have it yet!?) and to make a list of all the passwords, bills he pays, and how-to’s in the house. Oh my word! I hope and pray I will never, ever, ever have to use it. But the alarmist in me says otherwise.
Praise God that He knows my heart and cares for me. Thank God that I know He is in control.