I’m back in my little brown chair at Tully’s. A spot I haven’t occupied much in the past two weeks because of the divine interruptions of life. People and their hearts will always be more important than my thoughts and words.
But today I’m back, once again getting into the swing and rhythm of the white noise of others’ interactions over coffee. Remembering how to sink my fanny deep into this chair and my soul deep into the heart of Jesus. Listening to His promptings, His insights, His Word. Drawing in His new strength for a new day and asking for fresh wisdom for every activity, creative endeavor and conversation that may occur. Asking Him to keep fear, which has left the building (Thank you, Jesus!!!!), far away from the creases of my mind and its wild imagination.
And I am thankful. Thankful that I am only responsible for THIS day. I do not hold tomorrow or five years of tomorrows in front of me. I have only been entrusted with TODAY. To cup it gently for the fragile gift that it is. My palms up and open and willing to let God’s fingers tangle with mine in its details. I get to choose how to live today and to make my today count for the blessing of others.
Tomorrow is not my worry because it’s not yet in my hands. God holds it completely, free from my grasping fingers and my best laid plans. He will gift me with tomorrow when tomorrow comes. And in the meantime, He holds it safely, securely, fashioning it for my perfect fit and His perfect plan. Every tomorrow is bathed in love and not given until He knows we are ready for it to become our today.
And if today is my last, if He should decide to withhold my tomorrow and bring me Home, then all the better. And in recognizing that possibility, I’m motivated and inspired and impassioned to wring the life out of today, with both hands. It’s the only day I’ve got and the only one of its kind. Precious and filled with purpose and learning and loving, never to return again, but one step closer eternity.
And when I go to sleep tonight I will rest completely in knowing that if and when I wake up, another tomorrow will have become another today. A chance to do it all again in brand new ways, safe in the hands of the One who gifted me once again to 24 hours of life.
Let today begin…
Matthew 6:25-34 –
“Therefore I tell you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat or drink; or about your body, what you will wear. Is not life more than food, and the body more than clothes? Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they? Can any one of you by worrying add a single hour to your life?
“And why do you worry about clothes? See how the flowers of the field grow. They do not labor or spin. Yet I tell you that not even Solomon in all his splendor was dressed like one of these. If that is how God clothes the grass of the field, which is here today and tomorrow is thrown into the fire, will he not much more clothe you—you of little faith? So do not worry, saying, ‘What shall we eat?’ or ‘What shall we drink?’ or ‘What shall we wear?’ For the pagans run after all these things, and your heavenly Father knows that you need them. But seek first his kingdom and his righteousness, and all these things will be given to you as well. Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own.
Jeremiah 29:11 – “For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the Lord, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.”
Proverbs 16:3 – Commit to the LORD whatever you do, and he will establish your plans.