I hate the feeling of screw up. I don’t think I did but I might have, I hate the nervousness.

So I have an email out to a client, which I believe I just worded wrong. I’ve sent out a following email, trying to fix what I thought I broke, but in this land of no response my mind seems to be in a super imaginative mood of possible outcomes. In all reality, it’s probably nothing and even very, very silly for me to be even thinking like this. But sometimes, no matter how old you are, you still do immature things, one day I’ll grow up.

1 Peter 5:7

Casting the whole of your care [all your anxieties, all your worries, all your concerns, once and for all] on Him, for He cares for you affectionately and cares about you watchfully.