Pondering things, I wish I would have done differently, spirals into worry.

Wishing I had made better word choices when I spoke in anger, turns to worry.

Hoping no harm was done with my hateful words, becomes worry.

Questioning if the situation would have played out differently if a better choice...

As I sit in my quiet time with God, I try to keep my thoughts from racing, I try to stay calm however my mind is like the movie trailer at the theater. It goes from one captivating scene to the next, flashing from subject to another, some related to each other, and others have nothing to do with...