By Jill Briscoe
Have you ever had a time in your life when you couldn’t face what the day would bring?
I have—like today…
Then you go to the deep place where nobody goes.
He who has already visited all my tomorrows knows what today will bring forth—He is not totally intimidated—bowed over, bent down like a sheaf of grain in a wind storm.
How do I “Do today Lord? It’s too long, too hard.”
“Life won’t go on without You.”
“But I can’t do today!
Pain takes my breath.
The things that matter most to me are crumbling - Help!”
“I am here. Come.”
“But I can’t do today.”
“I’m not God.”
“That’s the problem. I AM.”
“I believe—a little.”
“But, I can’t do today—even half a day - I feel old and sort of used up!”
“Do this minute.”
“I don’t think…”
“Yes, you can. You can do the next minute—try.”
“Count - one…two…three…”
“Now the next one.”
“I have counted out your moments and your days already.”
“But that first sixty seconds lasted so long.”
“This time stop counting and read a verse of Scripture instead.”
“Fill the minute thinking about Me.”
Then I read Job 5:26.
“You will come to the grave in full vigor like sheaves gathered in season.”
“Lord, I feel beaten down like a sheaf in a wind storm.”
“Here comes the sun. You and I will “Do today” together.”
Then I put my hand into His and counting hard ‘did’ today!
“Lord of all my yesterdays and tomorrows, help me to ‘Do today.’ My sheaf bends in the wind.”
“Till I gather you into My barn, you must bend in the winds that come, for you must stand in the field until its time, till it’s your season. It will not blow so hard today. In the respite wait patiently. Rest. One day ‘today’ as I intended it, will come to be.”
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