Another lesson I needed to learn was to trust God with the future. I was
naturally inclined to worry. For several generations back my ancestors
on one side of my family tree had been given to excessive worry, their
condition at times bordering on utter despondency. I was painfully
conscious of this inheritance in my constitutional make-up. In my morbid
imagination, nearly every threatening trouble was magnified to the
proportion of a dreadful disaster. Many an hour, and even days, I wasted
in useless worry. Perhaps not one tenth of my gloomy forebodings ever
materialized.