I’m a worrier. Anyone who knows me well could tell you that. And of course, I married Mr. Chill. His arm could be severed off and lying on the ground, and he would calmly ask me to drive him to the hospital, but only if I wanted to. Sometimes he doesn’t quite understand how such small things can fire up such anxiety in my heart. Of course, this can cause some tension, but I’ve also been learning a great deal from him. It feels too good to be true…I can truly trust God with my tomorrows. It feels so much better to trust Him than to freak out and lose sleep over such minuscule details of my life. He’s got it all under control. Even the events that seem like the end of life as I know it—they’re all going to be worked for the good of His plan. I could try to doubt God’s plan, but looking back on my life, those times of trial and struggle are the most beautiful. He has brought so much more out of those times than I’ve brought out of the easy days in which I had no reason to worry. I ...