Sunday morning, I slip into church. I join in the singing, but my mind opens a ledger sheet, where I run numbers: our bills on one side, our limited assets on the other. I'm adding up potential income from freelance projects and gnawing on the fact that the ledger's wildly unbalanced, all the while singing with the crowd, automatic and unthinking.

Suddenly the lyrics in my mouth break through: "more than enough." My voice catches on the words and I hear a question: do you believe this? I'm shattered, broken. Do the words of my mouth match the meditations of my heart? No. My heart is fearful, anxious. As the song ends, the worship leader reminds us that the peace of God is available, should we want to grab hold. We read together in one voice:

"Do not be anxious about anything, but in everything, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God. And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds ...