My daily ritual each morning when I wake up and each night when I go to bed (and sometimes in between) is to re-give my son over to God. I'm sure all the worries and fears are compartmentalized in my brain just waiting for the chance to come out. But when I find myself trying to go there I just give it right back to God before it has the chance. I am no longer wasting my time and emotion and brain power on the many possible outcomes of my son going to Chicago. And today he told me he might not be going back for the foreseeable future. I am also not jumping for joy at that possibility. It is what it is, whatever happens will happen and there is nothing I can do to change things one way or the other. All I can do is pray that he eventually starts making wise choices that are truly in his own best interests and that God will protect him from serious disaster in the meantime. And I haven't felt this much peace regarding my son since shortly after he grew out of diapers. Try it...it really does work! Like a charm!