Living a worry-free life?

So I thought the biggest worry would be getting through 24hrs without pain meds or an attack but then they said I could offer Ruth liquids and I was analyzing every swallow she took, every hiccup, every grunt--are you in pain? does your belly hurt? I quizzed her constantly too afraid to hope that maybe it would be ok this time. I finally realized that either it would work or it wouldn't and me freaking her out with questions wasn't helping.

I was thinking today--again on the elevator--how much worrying does God intend us Christians to experience? If we trust Him with the big things, the mortgage, health, the bills...when do we draw the line and stop trusting? If I gave Him control of Ruth did that mean I shouldn't worry about every swallow she took? Would He take care of Hannah's bad diaper rash and Stephen's anxiety? Then I started to think of Scripture...about not worrying about tomorrow...about how He cares for the sparrow and I started to wonder if God's plan for me included worry or complete faith in an ultimate loving Father who intended EVERYTHING for my good.

This is tough? I'm a MOM! Can't I worry at all? Isn't there some part of life that I need to control? The question remains: where do I draw the line at trusting God......

And after all that worrying--Ruth has done fabulous! She ate a full meal for supper of turkey, potatoes, veggies, fruit and bread! How much easier it would have been to celebrate God's blessings every bite of the way instead of worrying. But then I realized....I'm never going to 'arrive'....as many lessons as I've learned this hospital stay there are SO many more to go through...though I must say-I'm hoping to graduate this 'class' soon! :-)