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
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Making cornmeal is my least favorite chore. But my baby's laughter keeps me company. He's nearly 18 months old now, and walking!
I never dreamed we'd be here this long but Joseph says we must stay. I know why. Its that star. It hasn't moved since the babe was born. Everyone is talking about it. Rumor has it that even the king is disturbed.
At least we have a house now and Joseph has work. God has blessed us in this place.
But I worry about staying here so long. Away from our family and friends. Although maybe that too is part of Joseph's plan. He may be hoping that time will help them forget I was with child too soon.
My child! He is such a joy! I take him every day to see the animals near the cave where he was born. They gather near to him just like they did that night.
It's starting to get cold again. The shepherds are bringing their sheep in from the pasture lands. I worry about traveling so far when it is so cold.
A tug on my robe has me looking down into his cherub-like face. Up I swing him into my arms as he laughs and claps his hands against my cheeks.
𝘞𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘯𝘰𝘵, 𝘔𝘺 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘥.
The words are but a whisper on the cool morning breeze coming from the open window.
He lays his head on my shoulder.
I hold him close.
Yet, as the morning sun breaks through and warms us in its gentle light, I feel almost as if it is he who holds me.
And I know that no matter what comes, God is with us.
Shalom,
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