I don't know about tomorrow;
I just live from day to day.
I don't borrow from its sunshine
For its skies may turn to grey.
I don't worry o'er the future,
For I know what Jesus said.
And today I'll walk beside Him,
For He knows what is ahead.
Many things about tomorrow
I don't seem to understand
But I know who holds tomorrow
And I know who holds my hand.
Every step is getting brighter
As the golden stairs I climb;
Every burden's getting lighter,
Every cloud is silver-lined.
There the sun is always shining,
There no tear will dim the eye;
At the ending of the rainbow
Where the mountains touch the sky.
Many things about tomorrow
I don't seem to understand
But I know who holds tomorrow
And I know who holds my hand.
I don't know about tomorrow;
It may bring me poverty.
But the one who feeds the sparrow,
Is the one who stands by me.
And the path that is my portion
May be through the flame or flood;
But His presence goes before me
And I'm covered with His blood.
Many things about tomorrow
I don't seem to understand
But I know who holds tomorrow
And I know who holds my hand...*
Ya just never know about tomorrow. That could be our motto, for here we are, packing up the rig to hit the road again. No, we are not finished here in Mississippi. Not by a long shot! We are not ready to move on, but seldom are we given a choice.
Yes the phone rang again. This time it wasn't a person from the deployment office on the other end, but someone "higher up" on the order giving ladder. The short version of this story is--few adjusters are licensed in the state of Wyoming. My hubby is. So when the company needs an adjuster in no man's land and no one else is able or willing to go, guess who they call. My man the team player.
At the moment, we are feeling a bit like the batter who has to make that sacrificial bunt, putting himself back on the bench so another player can score a run. We are leaving a really nice campground, really nice people, a really nice church, and wonderfully profitable claims to
Every time we roll up the awning and pack away the clutter making ready to relocate, I get a little queasy feeling. It's that part about tomorrow, like the old song says, which is so uncertain, that makes my tummy turn flips. It's skies may turn to gray, or it may bring me poverty, or it's path might lead through flame or flood. Who wants to go to bed thinking about waking up to that kind of a day?
This adventure I'm on takes a pretty good measure of faith. More faith than I can scrounge up on my own. It's a mind bender. I rely on God to give me the faith I need to trust God. He is both the giver and receiver of my faith. That's a thought I can spend a good bit of time churning over and over in my mind. (I'll have something to think about for the next three days on the road.)
Today I told a friend that I have a long list of "whys" and "what fors" that I want to talk over with God someday. But for now, I'll be content knowing that His presence goes before me and I'm covered with His blood. Many things about tomorrow I don't seem to understand, but I know who holds tomorrow, and I know who holds my hand.
*I Know Who Holds Tomorrow by Ira Forest Stanphill
7 comments:
Wow! I haven't heard that song before. It is WONDERFUL !!!
I'm so sorry ya'll won't be in Southaven when we get there tomorrow. I was looking forward to a week of communion and fun talking with you, devotions in the mornings, exercising in the pool (except I think it's gonna be raining)...maybe a dinner or two out with hubbies...and for sure getting our router going!! I'm sorry to miss all that. But...the Lord has another plan for each of us. I hope it's GREAT.
AND I still believe we'll see ya'll somewhere along the road ahead. Uh...probably not Wyoming though.
WOW!!! I love that song. Can't say that I have ever heard it or if I have I certainly do not remember it. I love what it says. We are all in that place. You are just in a place where you realize it more than we do. I hope that you enjoy your trip across the country. At least it should be cooler when you get there if that is any help.
Deanna, I hate that we won't be there too! I was looking forward to a fun week as well.
Yes, I hope our paths cross again. And I don't know why you don't want to come way up there to see me. tee hee. We've had a very hard time finding a decent place to stay...but that might be another blog post. :)
Cindy,
I'm sure you've heard it...kind of a country style ... can't think of who recorded it, but it has been around since the 50s I think.
Yes, the words are good to read when you need some encouragement.
"He is both the giver and receiver of my faith." Yes ma'am He is. He can be trusted. Hang in there.
Yes, it was written in 1950 by Ira Stanphill. Great song.
http://deechurch.homestead.com/tomorrow.html
Hey Edie,
I'm hangin' :)
LaVon,
Thanks for the link.
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