our tomorrows and our times . . .

Hello, you're here, too,

Something about evenings - the heart and mind turn always to what matters most. You came to mind. I was thinking of those things I can't do - things I can't make happen - needs I can't meet. I was talking to the Lord about them, and I thought and prayed -

"You know Lord, I bet my friend here feels a great deal like I do. News about the world around us, it's kind of scary. Made me fearful even though You've provided for me so well. I keep jumping ahead of my time into tomorrow, and I bet my friend tends to do that too. Thanks for reminding me of sandals and clothes that did not wear out for forty years, for jars of oil that never ran dry, for manna, water from rocks, a few fish and loaves of bread that fed a multitude, and for a stone that did not stay closed, but was rolled away, for grave clothes left behind, along with a Spirit that sits upon the throne of our hearts and draws us up upon His lap and keeps us Yours."

I can almost hear His voice, singing softly - Hush, my child, and trust in me, tomorrow's not yours, it belongs to me. Rest in peace, and safely sleep, trusting in Me my promises to keep."

"As for me, I trust in Thee, O Lord, I say "Thou art my God, my times are in Thy hand."
~Psalms 31:14 & 15

night night, for now,
Michelle