Worry is just about the most fruitless activity in the world. It is low-grade anxiety swirling around in our head with a backlog of tense what if’s — and doing nothing about it. Not taking action. Not praying. Not looking at things from other perspectives. That worry feels exactly like the water underneath me. It just puddles up and then gets deeper. It accumulates and rises. It creeps up the walls and slowly but surely our lives get waterlogged with worry.

So the only flood I really need to watch is in my thinking. Am I allowing my thoughts to get flooded with low-grade fears, or am I listening, leaning into, and learning from Love?