It was January of 1989 when I stood in our kitchen with Darlene as she focused on that little stick that would determine whether or not I was pregnant. I was a mix of emotion. I was nervous, worried, hopeful, anxious and insecure.


It was January of 1989 when I stood in our kitchen with Darlene as she focused on that little stick that would determine whether or not I was pregnant. I was a mix of emotion. I was nervous, worried, hopeful, anxious and insecure.

Dear Jennifer,
I have a friend who calls me in the evenings and talks ’til about 11:30 PM each night. She is a worrier and I keep telling her it is wrong to worry about everything. When I have a problem, I just talk to God about it and then place it in His hands and let Him take care of it. I tell her this but she cannot do this. What can I do to help her understand?
Barbara
Jennifer’s Answer