My Poetry

May 11, 2012

STRESS.

By the anxieties and worries of this life 
Satan tries to dull man's heart
 and make a dwelling for himself there.
-St. Francis of Assisi 
I.HAVE.BEEN.SO.STRESSED. My senior thesis is to be presented in just a few days and I am so scared it won't be ready in time. I'm so scared that it won't be good enough. I really want my thesis to be very well done because I feel like this is my chance to prove to people that I do care. I'm not just some air-head and I can think for myself. This is my chance to prove to people that I'm something more. Call me vain or paranoid, but all this pressure has really been getting to me. I know I need to just let go...
My Lord and my God, I offer to You my worries. 
I offer You my fears and stresses. 
I know everything will fit in to Your most perfect plan. 
Everything will be okay.
You are in charge of all the earth and it is all under Your command. You perfectly order my life for the benefit of my soul. 
My King, how good You are to me!
 

3 comments:

  1. Your Mother is the Immaculate One, and she dwells in your heart; therefore, never doubt that "the Lord is with you!" :) In all things, even the Cross.

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    1. thank you so much :)
      gosh,you always have the best [most helpful] comments!

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    2. I always love to encourage :) when I'm not encouraging on my blog, I'm encouraging my friends.

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