What a difference a day makes.  What a difference a week makes.  The emotions have run the gamut this week.  Never have been one to be depressed, sad, and lonely.  Never have been one to worry.  I don't do negative, never has been my strong suite.  I've always been the eternal optimist.  But, not this week.  God said it was a sin to worry, to let Him take care of our worries.  Well, for some reason, I had a really hard time letting go of my worries this week, and didn't quite let God handle them.  Instead, I stewed over them, cried over them, and made myself  literally sick over them.  Why didn't I just give them all to God, like I normally do?  I can't answer that; it remains a mystery to me, as to why I just didn't let HIM handle all my worries this week.  I had some very good friends/cousins/kids praying for me and my "situation", so, why wasn't that good enough for me?  Why did I think it necessary to do the biggest part of the worrying myself?  Did I think it would change anything?  I don't know, it's still a mystery to me.  However, the prayers and support of my loved ones have pulled me through.  I am still sick at my stomach, but, things are way better now.  Some things have been resolved today, others need to be discussed and agreed upon.  I love my friends and family for being there for me and giving me their prayers and undying, protective support and love.  God sent angels to help me through this.  It was hard.  It was heart-breaking.  Now, it is over, for the most part, anyway.  I feel at peace now, and am satisfied with God's answer to prayer.  I have learned some valuable lessons, ones I will not soon forget.  It may take some time for these wounds to heal.  I may be a little guarded.  I may be a little gun shy.  But, for the most part, I think I will get my happy back, soon...