Where you're not quite worrying, but you're certainly expecting the worse?
I just can't seem to dog it the last two days.
My prayers have pretty much only consisted of praying for safety over those who are near and dear to me.
And continents. You know, just to be comprehensive.
There's been so much loss lately and it's effected how I look at my boys. Every time I leave them, I have an unshakeable feeling that it may be the last time.
I hate that. Sure, it makes me appreciative and soak up the warmth of their skin, the crinkles of their smiles, but it also makes me feel neurotic.
I don't like it.
Please tell me I'm not alone.