Do you get the Sunday night blues? The weekend is over. The laundry still isn't done. The alarm clock will be screaming tomorrow at an hour too early.
This Sunday, I was starting to feel pretty sorry for myself. I had just come off a funeral and the tenth anniversary of 9/11 haunted me all day. Especially since I’m heading to New York in the morning.
The last thing I want to do is jump on a flight, Lord.
As I put the girls to bed, they hugged me extra tight.
“Why do you have to leave in the morning? Why can’t you stay home with us?”
I just need more time with them, Lord. It’s so hard to leave.
I fought back tears as we opened our devotional together.
And God spoke.
Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own. Matthew 6:34
The words cut to my heart.
Sometimes, God does that. He speaks to me loud and clear. His words are like healing balm to my fresh wounds, and I’m thankful for today. For tonight. For this moment. And this moment is so lovely that I have to stop and catch my breath.
In the midst of my revelation my 5-year-old bellowed, "You're going to be alright, Mom. You've got to face your fears!"
Where the heck did that come from?
It's all part of the grace of this moment.
Tomorrow? Well, as Mark Twain once said, “I am an old man and have known a great many troubles, but most of them never happened.”
Do you find yourself preoccupied with tomorrow instead of embracing this moment?