In Good Hands

Xang,

I am at God's mercy every minute. It's kind of scary, but soothing if I can figure out how to have more faith. If everything I owned was lost in the moment from the next, what would I do? I would pray! And by pray, I don't mean ask or beg- I would praise him anyway. I love that part of the bible that says the Lord is thy shepherd, and thou shall not want. I know the ocean will always be filled with fish, and I can never go hungry, or that my heart will always be open enough to receive love as it enters. There are things that have infinite supply, unlike the gas we pay almost $4 for or the gigs that I count like blessings; not like the months I get to spend with her or the minutes we have left on an international phone card call. No, there are no limits to God's gifts, and his giving. This is reassuring. There will be enough. I don't want to keep worrying, Xang. I feel like everything I look at turns into a monetary figure, and then my eyes look to my wallet to see if there will be enough to pay for it instead of to the light for thanks. I am thankful, for each blessing as it comes. I am a fisherman at the mercy of the ocean, surrounded by water. There will always be enough of what I'm afraid will run out or not be there. I don't want to be stingy, or hold back. I want to give away all my possessions as readily as light, and as obediently as Abraham almost gave up his only son Issac if God should ask that of me. I don't want to loose her. Every second of now is a blessing. I'm in God's hands.