Today is over as are the troubles therein. It is now what I would have called tomorrow, it has arrived and it is my new today. With it comes surprises and expectancy.
God supplies me but I have to pick up the tools He hands me as they are needed. I can't hammer when He is handing me a screw driver. I can't stain before I sand. The shovel will be useless if He is saying I need to measure first.
There will be trouble today. Will I have disappointed expectations? I suppose it depends on what I expect...a day without sadness? Nothing to rock my peace, catch me off balance? Perfect weather in which to work, snapping up each tool in perfect sychronization as He holds them out to me? Standing back at the end of the day, admiring the job I've done?
Expectations will be my death. They are created in my mind for my benefit alone and they stunt growth. They are selfish, lazy, cowardly.
Expectancy, ah, now that's another thing. It has power over death because it embodies hope, trust, service. It comes from God and it engenders love.
Today. A treasure box from God.
My day, His day, one and the same day.
