Which of you by worrying can add one cubit to his stature?
Worry is the plague of the day, it wears its victims down,
When it starts, it just keeps on, and leads its captives around.
We know that worrying gets us nowhere; and only sorely hurts,
Give it to God right now; let worry have its just desserts.(RP)
We are so thankful Margie finally had a good night. After spending several hours in E.R. the night before, we certainly knew she was ready for a good rest. We cautiously go through this day, praying that tonight again she will be able to get some sleep. We feel badly about missing church services, and hope things will get back on schedule again soon. Thanks so much for praying.