Last night in church during his homily our priest presented us with this scenario. Suppose you were sitting all alone in church with Jesus and he asked you this question. “Why are you worried?” What would your answer be? The answer was not a difficult one for me because I have asked myself that same question many times before and always get the same response placed on my heart. I am worried because I don’t give it all to our Lord. The spiritual side of me knows I will be protected and taken care of . The human side of me, which is very stubborn at times, forgets this and tries to fight my own battles. That’s when the stress and worry set in. Since losing Randy I have not given myself time to have internal conversation. I am thankful that I was given this question again last night to ponder. It comes to me at a fitting time in my life. Why AM I worried?