Oh Bother...

I worry like a fool. I've bitten my nails my entire life, being pregnant has helped me to kick the habit. Well, I've kicked it 90%. You see, I need something to rely on when I'm excessively nervous and that is where my 10% failure comes in. I now only bite ONE nail. Crazy right? Some days I feel like I need it! It's like crack or something! But, the more I worry lately the more I believe the word of God in Matthew 6:27 where it says "Who of you by worrying can add a single hour to his life?" I can feel my life growing shorter with every pang of nervousness. I'm trying to get this under control, rely more heavily on my savior, and believe that what I see as problems are mere blips on the radar in the forecast of life. But, until I've truly grasped this "Let go and let God" thing though, I'll still go back to that one nail...