I get so anxious, so tired, so worked up some nights. The thought of doing life tomorrow is wearisome. Working, caring for a child, trying to love. I just can’t fathom how I’ll have energy for it.
Then I remind myself, Honey, it’s not tomorrow yet. You’ll never have tomorrow’s grace today. You only get the little you need for the day. It’s like manna, dear.
So calm your heart down. Here, have a cup of tea. Soak up the last little bit of grace you’ve got for now.
That’s right. Use it all up. Because tomorrow you get a whole new batch, and it will be plenty enough for the day.
Psalm 131: A meditation
God, I’m not trying to rule the roost,
I don’t want to be king of the mountain.
I haven’t meddled where I have no business
or fantasized grandiose plans.
2 I’ve kept my feet on the ground,
I’ve cultivated a quiet heart.
Like a baby content in its mother’s arms,
my soul is a baby content.
3 Wait, Israel, for God. Wait with hope.
Hope now; hope always!
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