Psalms 94:19 NIV
[19] When anxiety was great within me, your consolation brought me joy.

Our present anxieties won’t always be there.

Things have a way of blowing over.

We won’t stay in an uncomfortable situation forever.

God has a plan.

He didn’t make the Children of Israel suffer in slavery forever.

He freed them and parted the Red Sea for them.

God will make a way for us.

My best friend sent me a poem by William Wordsworth called:

Ode: Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood

The ending resonates with me:

“Thanks to its tenderness, its joys, and fears,
To me the meanest flower that blows can give
Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.”

Despite all my many worries, the flowers don’t seem to care. They bloom and wither anyway on their own schedule, just as the poem said.

Amen.

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