Yesterday I was overwhelmed by a thousand emotions, more than I could express without worrying you’d question my sanity, which I do all the time.
The only thing I knew to do was run to God’s word, which met me there, exhausted in my robe, face down on our kitchen table.
My friend (and girl-crush) Sarah Bessey modeled the practice of writing the word of God by hand. As I took the red colored pencil to the construction paper the words sunk into my soul far deeper than they would have, had I only ran my eyes over them.
The best thing I have to say today is this, I didn’t write it, but I can’t say anything better.
So do not worry, saying, ‘What shall we eat?’ or ‘What shall we drink?’ or ‘What shall we wear?’32 For the pagans run after all these things, and your heavenly Father knows that you need them.33 But seek first his kingdom and his righteousness, and all these things will be given to you as well.34 Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own. Matthew 6:31-34
(You can substitute pagans for “those who don’t know God” that’s what I do.)
So today I’m just praying this, a belief in a provision beyond myself, one that I see all around me in warm beds, a full fridge and a world full of friends, like you.