It is not God’s will that you face every day with dread and trepidation.
I have a childhood memory that I cherish. My father loved cornbread and buttermilk. About ten o’clock each night he would meander into the kitchen and crumble a piece of cornbread into a glass of buttermilk, stand at the counter, and drink it. Then he’d make the rounds to the front and back doors, checking the locks. Once everything was secure, he would step into the bedroom I shared with my brother and say something like: “Everything is secure, boys. You can go to sleep now.”
I have no inclination to believe that God loves cornbread and buttermilk, but I do believe he loves his children. He keeps everything secure. He oversees your world. And by his power you will “be anxious for nothing” and discover the “peace…that passes all understanding” (Philippians 4:6-7).
