As I type this, Samuel is almost two weeks old. We’re both early birds, so in the mornings, I get some cuddle time with him. Unless he’s hungry.
I’m not equipped for that.
There are 882 weeks left until he is 18 years old. I’m avoiding the big picture, though. The scope of it is too big for me at the moment.
I’m surviving it one day at a time. It’s biblical.
“Therefore I tell you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat or drink; or about your body, what you will wear. Is not life more than food, and the body more than clothes? 26 Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they? 27 Can anyone of you by worrying add a single hour to your life?
28 “And why do you worry about clothes? See how the flowers of the field grow. They do not labor or spin. 29 Yet I tell you that not even Solomon in all his splendor was dressed like one of these. 30 If that is how God clothes the grass of the field, which is here today and tomorrow is thrown into the fire, will he not much more clothe you—you of little faith? 31 So do not worry, saying, ”What shall we eat?” or ”What shall we drink?” or ”What shall we wear?” 32 For the pagans run after all these things, and your heavenly Father knows that you need them. 33 But seek first his kingdom and his righteousness, and all these things will be given to you as well. 34 Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own.“ Matthew 6:25-34
I’m trying not to worry about tomorrow, even as the hospital bills are coming in and we wait on Sam’s insurance.
We continue to seek God’s kingdom and his righteousness, and trust God to meet the needs.
This isn’t to say we’re wildly unprepared. Between my bonus at work, the pandemic check, and my wife’s unemployment with the federal addition, I have strategically placed money in different line items.
Even in the giving line item. That enabled us to give our most substantial offering ever to Project Rescue in a surprise opportunity.
So all this leaves me walking the fine line between worry and trust. It’s a faith builder, but God hasn’t let me down yet. He’s a good dad.
I’m not worried about tomorrow…much.