"Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own." ~ Matthew 6:33-34
I was reminded of this insightful verse by my counselor last night. It seems I have gotten myself into a frantic mess worrying about the holidays this past week.
I mean, I didn't think my 30 year old body could handle this much stress. It is a wonder I am still standing. I am utterly exhausted, and it is still a week before Thanksgiving...
And after that comes Tony's birthday on December 12th. And the 16th is the 2 year anniversary of my Pop's passing. Then, there is Christmas, and New Year's and finally my birthday in January.
Can I please, please press fast forward on my life? Or else, just crawl in a hole?
My family and I are going on a Carnival cruise for Christmas. I've gotten a couple of jokes about getting stuck out in the middle of the ocean. I think I would be okay with that.
I know, I know, there is no fast forward button, or hole, and not very much likelihood of getting stranded at sea. So, I suppose I will take up that advice of my counselor and take this season one day at a time.
Sometimes one hour at a time, sometimes one moment.
My friend Casey reminded me today that more often that not, things turn out not as bad as I had anticipated. And that if God gave me the grace to stand that day in front of hundreds at Tony's memorial, surely He will give me the grace to get to January and beyond.
I never thought I would make it through the first day after Tony died. Here I stand almost 8 months later. I give all the credit to God for that.
So that is all the HOPE I've got to share with you for this posting. I'm sorry it's not more. I'm sorry it is not a message wrapped up in a pretty bow. Honestly, there may never be a bow tied around this story.
But my God is not in the business of making our lives nice and pretty. His business is asking us to love and trust Him daily, moment by moment, and providing us with the ultimate gift of eternity, a present too great to be confined to even the most beautiful bow this life could ever tie.
Dearly loved, and still standing,