Worry never climbed a hill.
Worry never paid a bill.
Worry never dried a tear.
Worry never calmed a fear.
A pastor in Texas has written about a troubling situation that arose while he was vacationing on a Greek island in the Aegean Sea:
We had to take an eight-hour ferryboat ride through choppy waters to get there. Then, the moment we set foot on the dock, we noticed a very strange sight. Everywhere we looked there were Greek men nervously fingering strings of beads — worry beads, they called them. There were old men fingering worry beads, middle-aged men fumbling with worry beads, and young men fidgeting with worry beads. We saw them on…
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