Prosperity

Always comes in disguise.

You knock, I cower. You come to prosper me, Lord, why do I shy so?

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Opportunity comes in disguise. Growth, abundance, peace — in disguise.

Let me recognize and welcome your knock, Lord.

– from the mountain


Consider:

Can I see what you bring for me?


Reading:

“The universe is full of magical things patiently waiting for our wits to grow sharper.” — Eden Phillpotts


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Worry

The outcomes are out of our hands.

Labor awaits, and doubts about the outcome. Worry clouds the skies.

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Here inside, you make me ready to be your instrument, Lord. I must already have the strength required for the day.

Grant me a trusting heart, Lord, that you uphold me in the face of all these worries.

– from the mountain


Consider:

How can I trust more that I have support?


Reading:

“Do not anticipate trouble, or worry about what may never happen. Keep in the sunlight.”

— Benjamin Franklin

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“Anxiety is the dizziness of freedom.”

— Søren Kierkegaard

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“Casting all your care upon him; for he careth for you.”

— 1 Peter 5:7 (KJV)


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A Love Song

Let the music play.

You sing me a love song that did not begin and will not end. Your music is the bath of my life. It will play on, as moment after moment of this day tumble along before me.

How could my heart not burst with joy?

But instead I fear events and obligations. A busy day causes quaking. How will I manage?

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Order and Nature

When order overshadows true shape.

Near my home, an aqueduct carries a canal over a river. Vast effort went into this, all so a train might pass. Engineers solving a puzzle nature never posed.

Ages before, we sought to count days. A calendar was invented. The count was not in alignment with the actual rhythms of the sun and earth. A corrected calendar was instituted. That, too, went astray.

Now every four years we slip an extra day into place, as if that makes things right. Still, each day is its own shape and length, moving by laws beyond our charts.

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