Time for a Change...right?

You ever just have one of those days where you have so many thoughts coming in and out that your mind just hurts? I'm having one of those. My mind is going faster than I can process. To look at the list of questions that are running through my mind is impossible. It is like a random compost pile of fragmented thoughts. As I try to dissect them, I realize that they are worries. Never have I ever seen so many worries that I am not processing but just recycling and building up.
Do I have all my projects for my lesson on Native Americans tomorrow? Did I pack my passport? Where are my fave jeans cuz I want to wear them on the plane. I need to balance my checkbook. ARG I forgot to register for the Praxis II again. I HAVE TO DO THAT! I need the jumpy things for the Hosanna Fest, cupcakes for the cupcake walk and oh yeah, PEOPLE TO RUN THE GAMES. In fact I need to get my newsletter in to Lynn about announcing the Hosanna Fest. I need to practice my lines. What if they sit me down and tell me my psych eval was rubbish and I am not allowed to go to Africa? What if I thought this was the right plan and it gets changed up and I have to start over? What if it is the right plan and if it is I need to start thinking about selling my car. I need to get boxes to box up my stuff. I still haven't exercised and the mashed potatoes aren't helping. At some point, I need to take this black fingernail polish off. Why did I dye my hair RED and pretend I could cut my own bangs? Why does that matter? How am I supposed to teach 4th and 5th graders about government when I don't even understand it? I will never finish grading all these papers. I need to make sub plans for people for my Sunday school and Children's Church. AHHHHH I need to do a worksheet for the 3rd through 5th graders!
Seriously????
The list could go on. I am not saying all of this to complain (although I have) and not to gain sympathy ( let's face it, ALL of this is trivial). I am stating it simply because it is a part of me. A horrid part. Last night at bible study we read in Ezekial 8 that God detests it when we worry. Not "hate it a lil bit" but detests it. Eww. Things I detest I don't even want to be around. It is amazing that time after time after time after... (well you get the idea) God has proven that He is faithful. He has proven that He is sufficient. He has proven that He can supply all my needs. So why do I still worry? Why do I question what I already know? Why do I say to others that God is just and able and then turn my back on Him with my own life? How can I cover up my sin of worry and doubt with praise and encouragement? Even as I think that I will change I worry about the possibility of change. What if I want to and don't? And if I want to and don't then does that mean I don't want to? Why do I try to overthink who God is? Why can't He. Just. Be. Enough.
"Investigate my life oh God and find out EVERYTHING about me. Cross examine and test me and get a clear picture of what I'm about. See for yourself whether I have done anything wrong and then guide me on the road to eternal life." Psalm 139:23 The Message

*just my thoughts to share :)