January Twenty-seventh, No Worries

The look on my son’s face.


He had forgotten about my doctor’s appointment. When he emerged from his room and saw me up, dressed and preparing to leave he was surprised. Then I reminded him. I had already fed the cats, the dogs were back inside and I was headed for the car.


When I arrived at the office someone was taping signs to the doors. They are short handed today please be patient. I made a comment, a nice one about I knew being short handed made things so much more difficult then went inside and got signed in. Taking a seat after putting the mask on. I had it in my hand but for what ever reason had not put the thing on. I really wasn’t sitting there long before I was called back.


Everything went smoothly. All the exams were done, all the look this way, can you read that line, these drops may burn a bit. Yes, he dilated my eyes and then shown blinding bright lights that should have bored holes in the back of my head. I started to ask if that light allowed him to read my mind, but I was being nice.


In the end, all is well. Nothing wrong, nothing to be alarmed about, just a normal event. He told me what I needed to watch for, what to be concerned about, and see me next year. Cool. They even deep cleaned my contacts.

When I left there I drove over to the big box store to see if they had any of the herbal tea I am all but out of, they didn’t have the brand but they had another. I’ll give it a try and see what I think. If it helps me sleep that’s good. Its also cheaper. That’s better.

My back yard is full of birds. I haven’t seen this many in a while. Well, since I took down the bird feeder because of the cats. I know they are calling for the possibility of snow…again. I hope this isn’t a warning that we are about to get buried this time.


I’m a bit frustrated and upset with myself. Once again worrying. Wasting time and energy over something of which I had no control. I do it often, even as I know I shouldn’t. Even as I know it doesn’t help matters at all. Even as I know, one moment of worry is not going to change the outcome of anything. It is in the prayers and preparations where differences take place.


I know that when we see something is going to take place, such as a severe storm, we can prepare for that. We can stock up supplies and secure property. We can prepare for our future in life, and eternity. Because when life ends, eternity begins. Becoming a Follower, a Believer, a person whose name is written in the Book of Life, there is no need to worry about anything.

About rebecca s revels

A writer, a photographer, a cancer survivor. An adventurer of the mild kind, a lover of the simple pleasures such as long walks and chocolate. A Christian unashamed of my faith and a friend who is dependable and will encourage readily. Author of three self published books with more waiting to find their way to paper. An advocate of good things, a fighter against wrongs.
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4 Responses to January Twenty-seventh, No Worries

  1. Blanca says:

    Being a worrier, it’s hard no to worry about almost everything, but it feels really liberating when you learn to let go of worries, even if it’s just a little bit.

  2. I try to remind myself not to worry, as I campaign here for a local green space. The situation is but a grain of sand in God’s magnificent plan. But I do feel led to speak up. So I must trust, be patient & lean into Him. And not in my own strength.

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