As I sat impatiently in my car, internally begging the red light to change to green, a bumper sticker on the Subaru in front of me caught my eye. Too Blessed to Be Stressed For some reason, it annoyed me. After all, I’m a Jesus-loving woman from the South U.S. We eat, drink, and breathe blessed!  I knew I was blessed – because God made me and Jesus died for me and I have so many wonderful things to be grateful for. But that didn’t mean I wasn’t also totally stressed.   At the time, I had lots of blessings that were also “stressings.” Here are a few: The…