My anxious heart I climbed into bed as voices from the hotel’s hallway met my ears. Wishing I’d brought earplugs, I picked up my phone and searched for the sound machine. With the time difference I needed to wake early the next morning and wanted to fall asleep quickly. And though I was tired, I was also anxious–but I wasn’t sure exactly why. Setting down my phone, I picked up my Rosary and closed my eyes. With the weight of the beads draped across my hands and the Crucifix in my fingers, I turned to the One I knew would help me see behind my feelings… Cast all your anxiety on him, because he cares for you. ~1 Peter 5:7 I was out of town at the Catholic Medical Association’s annual education conference. I knew no one there, but that wasn’t the problem. In fact, one year prior I had attended the same conference for the first time, also without knowing anyone, and the experience had been incredible. Being surrounded by other healthcare professionals who also view their work as ministry—a