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Today is the Tomorrow you worried about Yesterday
Most of the time I don’t worry. It’s not that I’m a Pie in the Sky person, it’s just that I don’t see the point in the stress. I’ve spent most of my 45 years stressed, why continue. It’s one of the things I gave up when I walked away from the abuse and all the other things that were going on.
I also don’t usually worry about things because God has provided for us in such amazing ways over the past two months, I trust that He will continue. Even if that provision isn’t exactly what I envisioned.
In the last 24 hours, though, things have slowly degraded. I have to get a job. I have been a stay at home mom for nearly two decades. I have to find us a place to live. No place that is affordable will rent to me because I have five kids.
And so, for the first time since we returned to the house, I have found myself worried about tomorrow.
But my mind keeps flitting over to thoughts about missionaries. They have to trust God for all of their support. They don’t usually “work” for pay. Their income is trust income. I remember hearing stories about how God would provide at just the right time, usually in a way the missionary never thought was possible.
It’s a trust issue, tomorrow. It’s going to come. It can’t be avoided. How much I worry about it, as opposed to how much I trust God for it, that’s something I can do something about.