My grandmother, Lenna Belle, whom I was named after, was a worrier. She had a rough life, married to a coal miner who was killed in a mine collapse leaving her with three kids under six years old. She went back to school and became a schoolteacher. She lived through the flu pandemic, and the depression; worried about my dad who served in WWII, and she finally died of a stroke in her 70’s.
Sadly, she worried about everything likely because of her life experience which didn’t include church. But she did instill a great work ethic and close family ties. So, whenever I talk to a worrier or when I am worried, I think of Gramma and how much of life and joy she missed by worrying instead of praying, by worrying instead of being grateful.
I think Jesus was trying to teach his disciples how to deal with anxiety and worry. Look at Matthew 6:34 and Philippians 4:6-7.
No matter how many days God gives us, we are only given one day at a time. So, when you think about it, today is all we have.
It’s one of the facts of life. Yesterday is gone. Today is the only day you are sure of. No matter how many days God gives us, we receive them one at a time.
It reminds me of an old song, One Day at a Time (sung by Merle Haggard) . . .
“Do you remember, when you walked among men?
Well Jesus, you know, if you’re looking below, it’s worse now than then.
One day at a time, sweet Jesus, that’s all I’m asking of you.
Just give me the strength to do everything that I’ve got to do.
Yesterday’s gone, sweet Jesus, and tomorrow may never be mine.
Lord help me today, show me the way, one day at a time.”
(lyrics by Damon Albarn and Robert Delnaja)
Please pray this prayer with me:
Lord, help me to live one day at a time. Release me from fear and worry. Help me to rest in the presence of your love and provision for me. Thank you for caring about the details of my life, big and small. Help me to seek you first at all times. I pray in the name of Christ, Amen.