The worries of today

We have been busy every night this week. I feel like we have had absolutely no time to ourselves to just sit down and decompress...and it has made the week seem all the longer.

I think to myself, "I am so tired I will just crash tonight and sleep well. Today has been such a long day that I will rely on exhaustion to get me through the night."

But it doesn't happen. I toss and I turn, waking from dreams I can't escape. Why?

Too much on my mind, too much on my heart. The worries of tomorrow consume the thoughts of today. Why? Why do I do this almost every day?

And then...

So don’t worry about these things, saying, ‘What will we eat? What will we drink? What will we wear?’These things dominate the thoughts of unbelievers, but your heavenly Father already knows all your needs.Seek the Kingdom of Godabove all else, and live righteously, and he will give you everything you need.So don’t worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will bring its own worries.
Today’s trouble is enough for today. ~Matthew 6:31-34

...I am reminded.

Is it easier said than done? Of course. I would be lying to you if I said that every time a wave of anxiety rushes over me I immediately think of this passage. But when I do remember, the worry ebbs as quickly as it flowed. So I will go to bed tonight with this in mind: today's trouble has been enough for today. There is no reason for me to worry about tomorrow, it will get here soon enough.

As for this moment I will hand it all over to the One who has already seen tomorrow, and I will trust that He's got it covered :)

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