For so long, I had jailed myself behind the bars of anxiety and closed myself within the walls of worry so tightly that I thought that I could depend on myself to make provision because I thought that I had a vision but there’s not much vision from a window pane, of a prison is there?
I had this habit of always worrying about what tomorrow would bring or whether I would have anything into tomorrow to bring, unwittingly escalating my load while trying to lessen it
Someone asked me a question once, and it echoed so loudly in my mind that I had to be still and find an answer. I was asked why you worry so much about tomorrow today, why don’t you let tomorrow take care of tomorrow and today of today.
I wondered if that was possible, for me to walk into tomorrow like it was a completely separate entity from today, when my mind had been set to think that our days fall on each other like Dominos.
Truth be said, what we do today does affect tomorrow, but that doesn’t necessarily mean we have to live a chained life trying to cater for something that was never even promised to us in the first place.
So I sat there, thinking to myself of all creation, the birds, the fish, even trees and flowers. I realized that they were created in such a way that they couldn’t have a “hope for tomorrow”. I know all animals have the primal instinct of survival, but just as humans nothing assures animals or plants of their tomorrow. Somehow they never stop, and give up. If it gets too cold they migrate, if it gets too dry they look for a water source. They literally go through each day as it comes, and they always have a provision. Plants don’t have the advantage of being able to move from place to place according to weather patterns, but they can however “make their own food”, but who’s to say that it will rain to quench them, or that the sun will be out for them? Yet from day to day they keep their roots intact, they don’t wither away at the first taste or waterless soils or a dark sky.
Who was taking care of them?
Here I am, able bodied, given dominion over all creation and yet I still worried about tomorrow. I felt pretty ashamed when all this hit me. I was caused folds and wrinkles in my skin about a future that had long been foretold, I was acting so desperate that it clouded my memory to remember that I had never not once slept on an empty stomach. If that wasn’t bad enough, I failed to appreciate the little that I had because I was thinking of what I could have. Silly me
My name is written in the palm of His hands, He has number every strand and He has never left me stranded. What is it that I think is bigger, that could remove the glimmer of Grace Hes placed me in. He is the same today, the same tomorrow, He always is, was and will be. He is Jehovah Jireh, my provider and life can be such a bliss walking in that bliss. Holding onto this promise that He will supply every need of mine plentifully. If He could feed 5000 people with 2 fish and 5 loaves of bread, imagine what He will do for you with the crumbs you have.