Note: On Tuesdays, you can find me at Your Daily Tripod, owned by my friend TonyD. A longer version of the post below appears there.
Back in September 2001, my husband was working overnights. That gave him a lot of daytime hours to watch television and call me at my job with regular updates on the investigation into the September 11 attacks. When we were home together, it was all we talked about. I suspect your conversations might have been the same.
Then came the day he called, talking a mile a minute about anthrax. Born and bred in South Dakota, all I could think of was cattle anthrax and I couldn’t understand why that was national news. When I got home and saw the story on 
television, I got it.
But I just couldn’t do it anymore after a week or so. Finally, I said, “Look, I’ll continue to worry about Al-Qaeda. But you’re going to have to take on anthrax by yourself. I just don’t have the bandwidth.”
I am worried about many things right now, mainly things over which I have no control. Maybe they’re not as serious as terrorists attacking with bacteria or planes, but they’re taking up a great deal of space in my head and heart and soul. And so I am praying with St. Martha for the faith to let God take on these things. I know He sees my anxiety and worry and longs to relieve me. But He can’t do it unless I let Him.
