Sitting one still and sunny afternoon in a tiny chapel on an island in the South, I thought I heard someone enter. A young woman was weeping quietly. After a little time I asked if I could help. She confided her fears for the future—what if her husband should die? Or one of her children? What if money ran out?
All our fears represent in some form, I believe, the fear of death, common to all of us. But is it our business to pry into what my happen tomorrow? It is a difficult and painful exercise which saps the strength and uses up the time given us today.
Once we give ourselves up to God, shall we attempt to get hold of what can never belong to us—tomorrow? Our lives are His, our times in His hand, He is Lord over what will
happen, never mind what may
Today is mine. Tomorrow is none of my business. If I peer anxiously into the fog of the future, I will strain my spiritual eyes so that I will not see clearly what is required of me now.
Excerpted from Refresh My Heart in Sprint. Copyright © 1998 by Word Publishing. Published by Word Publishing, a division of Thomas Nelson, Inc. Used by permission. All rights reserved.