When You Forget that God Always Finishes What He Starts

I told a couple friends over dinner recently that for a full two weeks after I’d returned from Tuscany, I felt like I was floating. I was so completely transformed, it was like I was an entirely new person. I felt buoyant, free, and unburdened in every way, and it seemed itwould last forever.

It didn’t. Shocker, right?

What happenedis that asI came down from the high that had carried me light and free from the wheat fields of Tuscany to the corn fields of Nebraska, I began to worry.

I worrie...