Susan LaffertySomething new. Blank page of another year. Month. Day.
Unwritten. Unspoken. Unknown by me.
At the open door sits fresh, white snow as far as the eye can see. Waiting for the first footprint.
Looks like hope.
Anxious thoughts. Skirting the edges. Almost incognito.
Fears. Simmering just below the surface.
Concerns for loved ones and various situations. Rippling through as world crises ramp up.
Then, His Word. Memorized long ago. Invades with precision. Cutting through the muddle.
“Be anxious for nothing, but in everything by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be made known to God” (Philippians 4:6 NASB).
