Do you remember that time? Do you remember when it was all you could do to jump out of bed; throw a 45 onto the old turntable and rock out to Jailhouse Rock?

It simply floors me that so many will read that first paragraph and not know what I’m talking about! It truly seems like yesterday that I was wearing tight, plaid capris, just below the knee; a crop top tied in a knot at the midriff (is that a word?), flats, and giant hair. I was a looker, I’m telling you! (If only I’d known that at the time!)

But that’s not what I wanted to write about. I want to write about the level of anxiety that we must endure these days and how the heck to make it go away. I watched a program on TV the other day that took us through the years, and our past presidents, and sure enough, all sorts of scary things were happening — but not on our turf. That all changed on 9/11. And now, after the recent events in Paris and around the world, the threat of terrorism is at an all-time high and all too close. I’m abundantly aware of this, as I travel regularly for work and I’m preparing to return to Cambodia on a mission trip in a few weeks.

So the question at hand? How not to worry myself silly? For me, it’s my faith. It’s my only recourse and I keep coming back to it.  I can’t imagine walking this walk without faith. I must keep strong in that faith, knowing that I’m in good hands. When I see Elvis show up at my window, I know that He remembers me and He has a plan for me. The outfits are different. The hair isn’t so big. But He hasn’t changed a bit!