I was praying at bedtime earlier this week, telling God how uncertain the future seems to me right now.
I feel like I'm walking across a lake that hasn't completely frozen, and with each step I'm holding my breath, listening for cracks.
As I prayed, it seemed that a startling thing happened: God laughed.
Not unkindly, but with perspective and good humor. Did you forget I can walk on water?
Oh. Right, then.
I still know the ice is likely to crack. But I'm not going to fall through.
Share your concerns (or comforts) in the comments, and I'll hold them up (while I'm being held).
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