No Worries With This Review


Celtic Cross at the Rock of Cashel

While we were investigating the Rock of Cashel in Tipperary, my friend, Lauren Yarger, wrote this fantastic review of THE WORRYWART’S PRAYER BOOK, on her blog, Christian Performing Arts, which I’d like to  share: Thanks, Lauren. Glad you liked it.

http://christianperformers.blogspot.com/2010/07/book-review-worrywarts-prayer-book-by.html

Worry-Free Vacation


(Wo)manning the ropes again.

 Here are more snippets from the Old Sod.  

Outbuildings of the Rock of Cashel

Finn McCool's House

   

   

   

   

   

   

Rounding the bend of the Shannon.

Yours truly holding the ropes at one lock.
The Irish Ark makes its way into a lock.
Not another soul in sight…peaceful and serene!

No Worries on The Great Irish Shannon River Expedition


Windmills were our constant companion.

 

What’s it like spending a week in a 40-foot boat (the Irish Ark), cruising down the Shannon River in Ireland, with  your husband and eight of your in-laws?  Well, I worried about it before I made the trip.  But I can honestly say  the whole experience left me speechless. So here are some photos instead.More to come…if you can stand it.

  

The Last Lock..then the open waters.
Two of the ship’s mates,Eamon and Claire
Is Granny driving, too?

My sister-in-law, Eithne, holding the ropes

 

Hubby at the helm.
Waiting for the lock to fill up with water.
One of the 14 locks we had to go through.
Who was that masked cow?
The 40-foot boat we spent a week on.

Worry…It’s So Easy To Do; So Hard Not To


The cobbler’s kids have holes in their shoes.  The woman who gives advice to worriers still worries.  What gives?  Why can’t I stop this destructive behavior once and for all?  Why does it continue to plague me?

Methinks I have to try a lot harder to get a grip. Me also thinks it’s easier said than done. Case in point: what happened over the Easter holiday.

It’s a long story, but suffice it to say, one of my puddies (my surrogate son) got sick.  I frowned; I fretted. I tried to be strong and sensible…. “The facts, Ma’am,” I kept telling my brain. “Just examine the facts. Don’t go borrowing trouble. Don’t go imagining the worst. What happened doesn’t have to be life-threatening….that is, not unless you make it so.  If you act logically; make good decisions based on available information, everything should turn out okay. Now, ask God to help you and leave it in His hands.   Trust God, believe in Him. This is an easy fix for Him, so don’t get all emotional.”

Did I listen to my own voice of wisdom? Nah. I worked myself up into a stupor; had knots in my stomach; cried; pestered the vet; screamed at God; drove my husband crazy. 

I have to say I read my book, and it did tend to calm me…especially the prayers. And I did try to keep busy, which also helped. I wanted to just hide and sulk, but I forced myself not to give in completely.

 In fact, now that I think of it, I wasn’t as bad as I would have been two years ago, when I’d have been ordering the cat’s headstone, and searching the garden for a quiet resting place.

So, I think I’m getting a LITTLE better. 

On the other hand, in retrospect, I realize I brought the stress on myself.  I should have  tried harder to chase it away.  It was much easier to give in to worry and harder not to.

So I get low grades this time.  But, as they say in business… going forward, I’m going to be stricter with myself. I’m going to remember what  Thomas Jefferson said, (no wonder he was President)….”How much pain have cost us the evils WHICH HAVE NEVER HAPPENED.” 

If it didn’t hurt so much, I’d get that tattooed on my arm.

Easter Means No Worries


He died, so that we may live….

“Death came into the world,” the Bible says, “because of what one man (Adam) did, and it is because of what this other man (Christ) has done that now there is the resurrection from the dead.”

“We picture death as coming to destroy; let us rather picture Christ as coming to save.  We think of death as ending; let us rather think of life as beginning, and that more abundantly…. We think of going away; let us think of arriving.”  ~Norman MacLeod~

Happy Easter….No worries.

Worried? Try a Little Silliness


Instead of April Fool’s Day this year, I’m going to propose we  have a National Don’t Worry, Be Silly Day. This would be a day we’d set aside to stop everything we’re doing and take a hard look at all the things that make us so anxious.  Once a year, then, we’d get to see how silly it is to place such importance on things like wealth, looks, status, prestige, and power. 

            Dress on this day would be simple: no Tommy Hilfiger or designer sweats, just really plain, old,  baggy, clothes, and flip-flops.  Hats would be encouraged—and of course, the sillier, the better. Women would not wear makeup and men would not have to shave. So no one would have to worry about what to wear, or how they looked, because everyone would look the same—silly.

            All cell phones, laptops and mobile devices of any kind would be banned, and everyone would have to leave his BMW or Lexus at home and use either stilts or a pogo stick to get places. What’s more, no one would reveal who they really were, and what they really did. Instead, if anyone asked, each person would pretend he worked at some job the very opposite of his own. This way, one day a year, we would all see how it feels to walk in our neighbor’s shoes.

            Meals on this day would be simple, too.  Every town would have a huge fair offering tables of smiley-faced peanut butter and jelly sandwiches and dessert cups of fake eyeballs in red Jell-O.  No low carb, low-fat food, or arugula would be allowed. Cafe lattes and designer spring water would be nixed as well. The good news is no one would go hungry on this day because the food would be free. The bad news is anyone mentioning a diet would have to eat two banana splits with sprinkles.

            Singing and dancing would be encouraged—regardless of ability. There would be silly putty sculpture exhibitions and open mike sessions with topics like, “The Silly Things I Worry About.”  Competitive or status sports would be a no-no. But anyone who had always wanted to bungee jump, climb a wall, go skateboarding or ride a unicycle, but never had an opportunity, could give it a whirl.  This way, since no one would take anything seriously, we could try things we have always wanted to do and not have to worry about doing poorly. Happily, we would all get the chance, as Jesus encouraged us, to “become as little children” again.

Best of all, since the mood would be carefree and silly, there would be no one to hate and nothing to fight about.  And anyone caught sporting a furrowed brow would get a pie in his face, either chocolate fudge, or banana cream.

Now, just before the close of Don’t Worry, Be Silly Day, there would be a contest. The object would be to explain how being silly one entire day could help us stop being anxious for the other 364. Since no one’s answer would be any better than anyone else’s, everyone would be a winner. And the prize would be learning how to worry less, and laugh at ourselves more.

Adapted from: The Worrywart’s Prayer Book