Worry is a Time Thief

I feel like there's so much time that worrying about the future takes from me. I do need to worry about the future, but I don't have to worry about it today. I have to worry about it in March and that's weeks and weeks away. 

I think I might write it on my calendar: WORRY ABOUT YOUR WORRIES TODAY.

I need to protect January 25th, 2022. 

I need to live here, thrive here, enjoy here. I need to see these roses, smell them and hold them, sit here and remember how good they were.

Large portions of my life were dark and difficult. Whole years of blur and pain, but I've realized 2021 for me was a mostly pretty darn good year. It was good and I met good people and my days were rich and satisfying.

I do feel like I'm in a crisis right now, but it's not an urgent crisis. And, I can face this, I can do whatever I need to do to get what needs done. There's an answer, a solution, there's a way and a truth and a life laid out before me.

I think I'm learning to rest in that. 

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To be honest, I'm tired and a little overwhelmed this morning, but I'll dwell on Matthew 6:34 and hope my coffee kicks.

"Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own." Matthew 6:34

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it's okay,

jj