We love to worry. Well, we hate to worry, still we do it. We worry and it doesn't change anything. It just makes me overthink what is out of control. "Relinquish power to the Creator of the universe," I have to tell myself over and over. I cannot control a pandemic; however, I can control the way I act during this season. The problem here is I feel like we don't know what to do with these moments of pressing pause. We were running 100 mph and now we are forced to go the speed limit. The voices surrounding us have been limited, so we fill our mind with our own anxiety-ridden voice.