I trust that God will supply all of my needs today. Not yesterday. Not tomorrow. Today. When I propel myself into tomorrow or when I dwell on the problems of yesterday, I do it without God’s presence. But, God has given me strength for right now. By becoming encumbered with yesterday or tomorrow, I forgo God’s presence today. Right here, right now is reality. And the reality is that our Lord is here. And the reality is that our Lord has given us everything that we need for right now.
If anybody had reason to worry, surely it was the Son of God who foreknew God’s plan. Even so, our Lord prayed and taught us to pray, “Give us todayour dailybread.” (Matthew 6:11 NIV) (emphasis added). It is counter to my desire to control this life. It is refreshing; it is freeing.
Our Lord is enough for you today. Enough for today. Enough for tomorrow. Enough for yesterday. Of course, our Lord is more than enough. More than enough for yesterday, today, tomorrow, and every day after. But, I pray you will focus on today; the present; right now; this moment. Because that is all God promises us.
Rest in Christ for what is accomplished. Rest in Christ for the unaccomplished, the unplanned, the unresolved, and the unknown.
The Lord will give you strength to accomplish what you need to today.
Praise You, Lord, that You are more than enough for us always. Praise, You, Lord that you will meet our needs today. You are sustaining me right now, so I will rest in You.
“And my God will meet all your needs according to the riches of his glory in Christ Jesus.” (Philippians 4:19 NIV).
“The Lord will guide you always; he will satisfy your needs in a sun-scorched land and will strengthen your frame. You will be like a well-watered garden, like a spring whose waters never fail.” (Isaiah 58:11 NIV).
“Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own.” (Matthew 6:34 NIV).
That’s right. I’m drinking espresso as dark as the hair on a caveman’s chest.
Maybe I lied. My friend sent me this picture yesterday–apparently she regularly enjoys coffee-that-is-black-enough-to-put-hair-on-your-chest. Kudos. I’m just a wannabe.
Much love to you,