I have never seen a gravestone that reads, "He died of worry." But some of them ought to read that way. How many illnesses are directly connected with our worries, our anxieties, trying to take the responsibility that was designed for God to handle. If you can't handle it, why are you trying to handle it? If you can't change it, why are you worrying about it? But we do, don't we?
In fact, I have a friend who worries when she doesn't have something to worry about. She has to have that security. I think she keeps a mental list of those reserved areas, then when she runs out of the conscious ones she draws on the unconscious. And she just brings them on, just like ammunition in a machine gun, just to fire them into her life.

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