I want to be the glowing example of a woman who trusts the Lord with all her heart, and leans on Him for all of her needs.
But I forget. Again, and again, and again, I forget that He is faithful.
So I freak out unnecessarily.
I worry about things way beyond tomorrow. Things I can't possibly control from here. And things (when I stand back and get a little perspective) I know He already has in hand.
I am Israelite.
"Send me back to Egypt, God! Yeah, I was a slave, but at least there was good food!"
Lord, help me to get a grip.
This is not my life. Its Yours.
She's not my baby. She's YOURS.
This is not my story. Its Yours.
And You, O God, are FAITHFUL!