One Day at a Time

Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about its own things. Sufficient for the day is its own trouble.
Matthew 6:34 (NKJV)

“I still have many things to say to you, but you cannot bear them now…”
John 16:12 (NKJV)

One day at a time…
That’s what obedience reveals…
Yet every part of me thinks…
It wants what Heaven conceals…
If my Jesus, my Lord and my Savior…
Said to His Fishers-of-men…
That He had more to say but that they could not bear it then.

Then why must I try…
Time and time again…
To pencil my plans for this life in
with a pen?

Penciled in with a pen,
that’s how my life goes.
I make a plan for me,
yet my Father says, “No.”
A line’s struck through,
the planning I laid.
Then Glory befalls to those the Author and Perfecter had made…

Yet try as I might,
to pen “me” in again,
Alpha and Omega shows me who is in charge.
He scratches through and claims,
“I am sovereign!”

So why not a pencil,
That which could be erased,
quickly with God’s plans replaced
But again I hear my Abba say, “No.
Simply my child I want you to know
you bear the stripes of your Savior.
My Son died on the cross for you.
Your pain of this life I’ve entrusted,
so others may see Me through what you do. These marks serve so you’ll be reminded of my sufficient grace. Stop, look, and listen. Seek My face.”

I want my marks lifted…
At times I yearn to be…
On the other side with Jesus…
Singing praise eternally…

And though I may want it,
again my Creator says, “No…
I’ve more work to be done here… before you go.”

The tears stream down my cheeks as I cry to my Papa…
yearning to be with Him now…
Wanting reprieve from this task to believe,
when all see’s the pain in front of me.

His Spirit beckons me softly…
back to the book of His Word…
He sits with me as I read them… Bringing comfort…
“My Child your cries are heard.”

I read Jesus, too
wanted the cup to pass…
That even He who was from the beginning, felt forsaken as He breathed His last…
Jesus wept with the weeping…
That over death and loss my Friend did mourn…
That the brokenness of this world had Him angry…
Yet because He was wrongfully scorned…
The veil separating me from Father…

Has…
Been…
Torn…

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About Kelly Harris

Mother of two, care-taker of many, with a passion for faith, family, and friends. Blessed beyond measure to journey together in this thing called life along side my High School sweetheart, Dustin.
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