There are so many things I want to worry about. My mind takes twists and turns and wanders far from the present. The second my eyes are off of you, Lord, panic sets in. I am filled with despair when I forget the only one who brings me hope. But as a sit there, feeling alone and overwhelmed, you gently remind me. "My burden is easy and my yoke is light." I start to lift my head but get scared, quickly recoiling from the solid ground that you're setting my feet on.
But still he whispers, "In my timing."
You have not forgotten me.
Gently you massage your truth into my heart.
"For God alone my soul waits in silence; from him comes my salvation."
And when I am afraid, I will trust in you.
