He holds the universe in the palm of His hand. He commands and the wind and waves obey. He “knit me in my mother’s womb.” He knows the hairs on my head. He knows the plans He has for me.
So WHY DO I WORRY?????
Some things are so hard for me to see. As I grow older, my vision is decreasing. I wear bifocals, which is crazy, and still have trouble making things out. Not a good sign for my job since it can be very detailed, small things that must be observed. And I can’t see. I can’t keep my hands as steady anymore. Minute movements are difficult for me.
And, I can’t see my future at all. My past is obscure. My present is shaky and distorted.
This is just talking about my perspective, my ability to notice all that is going on. It has nothing to do with my control of the past, the present or the future. I have none.
So many doors seem closed. So much feels hindered.
But what hinders HIM? What locks shut Him out or contain Him?
So I listen as He tells me, “I got this.”