
The Small, Still Voice
Written by Joseph J. Mazzella
It was a sunny, beautiful day, but that was lost on me. In my mind, a thousand concerns and worries were racing around and around. Looking back now, I can’t for the life of me remember a single one of them. In the days that followed, like most worries, they all either faded or amounted to nothing. At the time, though, they seemed like they were going to wreck my life. I had even foolishly taken the day off work so I could spend more time on my worrying. I couldn’t think. I couldn’t relax. I couldn’t even sit still.





Faith





