The Problem Is.....

That's the phrase I just heard coming from the kitchen. Not sure what I am expected to do about it when I haven't even been able to keep up with my own stuff lately.  But then again, I have always found that the more I focus on helping others, the less time I spend worrying, which is actually a good thing. Worry has never gotten me anything but wrinkles. Take last weekend. All of my anxiety did nothing toward getting my kids home safely.... except for the prayer it got me to ask for and offer.  Sharing a load makes it easier to bear. Just knowing that others were concerned with me helped to ease those fears.  So I guess I'll go see if I can help figure out this new problem at hand, try  ease someone else's worry, and at the same time chip away at mine.