Everybody gets a do-over

So, yesterday was kind of an exercise in anxiety. It was like living in faith, only different.
God gently reminded me, thru Jenine the Wise, that He can do anything He likes. He granted me a boost to my bank account, and a promise that this is no surprise to Him.
Do you think He wants me to purchase a lottery ticket?
I keep praying for more work. I've been combing the ads on CraigsList, and applying for a variety of things that will allow me to work from home. Or mostly from home. In all the years I've done this, every time I pray for work, it just materializes. Someone will call me out of the blue, and ask if I still watch extra kids, and there will be a new source of income.
Not so much right now.
I don't know why that is, but God does. I suppose that if He wants me to battle the temptation to anxiety, that's well within His jurisdiction to prescribe.
But, I've got to tell you, anxiety makes me ugly. For one thing, it makes my face break out, and that ain't ever pretty. For another, I get all antsy inside, until I'm not comfortable in my own skin. I'd prefer to not have to spend all day with myself. Then I eat to medicate. Why do I do that? It always makes me feel worse, rather than better.
Here I am, with so many glorious things going on in my little life, and I have the audacity to stress out. I can be such an ass.
You should pray for me. The people who have to deal with me in real life, will thank you for it.
Today I'll do better.