Kinda like my “Do Not Worry About Your Life” post…
I absolutely love her blog. 🙂
Worry doesn’t work. Because just like we can’t anticipate what we really need, we also can’t anticipate the lavish grace that will meet us there.
Where’s it going to come from?
The question hung in the humid air of the screened-in porch as I sat there, knees pulled tightly to my chest. Steam poured from my cup of tea, all sluggish and slow. Letting it out of that mug into the heavy air felt like pouring a Dixie cup of water into the ocean.
It didn’t really seem to go anywhere.
And neither did my questions.
Will I have the strength for that?
What will I say to them if that thing they’re dreading happens?
A bird sang.
I sat. Quiet.
The questions lingered like the steam.
And then suddenly, without warning, it was pouring. Deluge-style…
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