Conversation with God

I realize it sounds bizarre, but it really just happened.  You know, sometimes God speaks loud enough (and my heart is open enough) to force me to hear him.  I was thinking (as I was gathering up the trash, but that's not really important), "I wish I could just relax."  I was considering how crummy I've felt for the last two weeks due primarily to the stress involved with the girls' current situation.  (Which, incidentally, you can follow at caringbridge.org/visit/hopevancleave).  No sooner had I thought that, than I heard, "Who says you can't?"  Talk about a kick in the pants.  It's true.  Who says I can't relax?  Who says I can't just set my eyes on the prize at the end and know that God will take care of us?  Who says I can't just give all my cares to God?  Who says my worrying will help anything?  Nobody.  Or maybe it's Satan trying to make things worse.  I don't know.  The big lesson here, though, is that I don't have to be tied up in knots all the time.  After all, Romans 8:28 says "And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love him, who have been called according to his purpose. "  All I need to do is face the task at hand in a Christ-like manner.  I'm feeling a little more peaceful already.