This morning I felt the fear rise in my chest. Literally, I felt it. Tightness. Worry.
I’ve been floating along this miraculous summer trying not look it too hard in the eye lest it should disappear out from under me. Pretending like it’s not that big of a deal how much God has done and provided because it scares me. So I live day to day and simply welcome what comes.
But this morning, this morning I thought about next year. Next year when we have to fly thousands of miles for Wycliffe training and our home owners come back to claim the roof over our head and the semester that husband will miss and how on earth we’re going to hang on until then. And it scared me.
So I stopped. I put my hand on my chest and I said, “Hold on there”. I don’t know what I meant by that but it’s what came out. Today has enough troubles of it’s own, I won’t worry about tomorrow’s just yet.
And then I decided to welcome the future, the terrifying, unknown future – to welcome the miracles that God is going to lay before us, rebuilding our faith one basket of loaves and fishes at a time.
Linking up with Lisa-Jo’s Five Minute Friday today.