I'm sitting here at 11:30 at night worrying about the inevitable storm that is supposed to be hitting us in the next couple hours and straining to hear every noise to be sure it is something I'm supposed to be hearing (there are tornado warnings for our county).  I'm always jittery like this when a storm comes.  I pace around, my heart races and I can't seem to sleep very well.  Tonight it really hit me though, why am I worrying about this when it's totally out of my control.  That thought took me back a tidbit of our supper conversation.  I was reminding my husband about a couple of years ago when it hailed and I was by myself, after dark, with a couple of the children.  I called my husband in a panic (because what was running through my head was that hail can proceed a tornado).  He tried to comfort me but also asked me what he could do since he was miles away.  Of course everything turned out fine (after many minutes spent praying and shaking in the closet).  This evening when we discussed it though, my husband wondered why I even called him since he couldn't do a thing.  That got me to thinking about how these storms come and I pace around and worry, when God is in control.  He's looking down and sees everything.  He sees what the outcome is going to be.  Why can't I just put it in his hands and rest in that fact, instead of pacing around trying to control something that I absolutely can't.  The thing is, if it were just the earthly storms in my life that went this way it would be one thing, but this is the way it goes with too many of my personal storms too.  When will I learn to turn them over to Him and let it rest.  I try to control them myself and then things never work out like they're supposed too.  Instead I should give them to God, resting in the fact that the outcome is exactly what he planned.  It's something I'm going to try much harder to work on.  Now to see if I can get some sleep.