Kensie Kate

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Why are you worried?

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Last month I got a pretty nasty concussion. I hit my head on the ground hard enough that there were mic-fractures in the back of my head and my physical therapist thinks I broke my neck in a couple places. The hardest part was not being able to do anything and worrying about all the things I wasn't able to do. For a couple weeks, I couldn't look at my phone, read, watch TV, be around a lot of people, be anywhere loud, or have stimulating conversations. Basically I just slept a whole lot. I spent a fair amount of time worrying about school and how on earth I was going to catch up. Even though I knew everything would work out, I was frustrated that it was taking so long to recover and I just wanted to be able to do things again.

While I was watching General Conference, there were so many messages that felt like they were just for me, but one in particular has continued to stand out. While listening to this talk, I could hear a voice in my head saying "Why are you worrying? Don't you think I know what's going on? I will take care of you."

As much comfort as that brought, that is not to say that the last couple of weeks have been devoid of stress. Finally returning to classes has been an adventure in patience with myself and the physical limitations I'm facing. It's been a crazy time trying to figure out if I am still on track to graduate in April. Though the rest of this semester won't be easy, the words keep coming to my mind, "why are you worried? I've got this handled."

Now normally I am one to ask "What's the best that could happen?" but when I went back to classes, I asked myself, "What is the worst that could happen?" The worst would be that my brain can't handle this and I drop out of college. I realized that if that really is the worst thing, then it's all going to be okay. I don't need a degree to do what I want. I'm learning things at college that I probably wouldn't learn any other way, but I don't need a degree. Not that actually dropping out is a prominent possibility at the moment, but it's comforting to know that the worst isn't all that bad.

No matter what comes next, I know that my Heavenly Father loves me and He has certain lessons He wants me to learn from all this. I know that He has a plan for all of us and He doesn't want us to worry. He's got it all under control.