Letting it sink in.

Sometimes I need to hear something over and over and over and over… and over again for it to sink in. I was reminded of this hymn today; what a simple and wonderful message.

God Will Take Care of You

Ci­vil­la D. Mar­tin, 1904

Be not dismayed whate’er betide,
God will take care of you;
Beneath His wings of love abide,
God will take care of you.

God will take care of you,
Through every day, over all the way,
He will take care of you,
God will take care of you.

Through days of toil when heart doth fail,
God will take care of you;
When dangers fierce your path assail,
God will take care of you.

All you may need He will provide,
God will take care of you;
Nothing you ask will be denied,
God will take care of you.

No matter what may be the test,
God will take care of you;
Lean, weary one, upon His breast,
God will take care of you.


I’ve spent a little bit of time each day for the past few weeks trying to think of something to write for my 30th and I’ve settled on this: I’ve had a pretty amazing life.

I haven’t always thought this. I used to think my life was rather plain, and boring; average. I bought into the idea that “things will be better when…” and “things would be better if…”. More money, a better job, getting married, having children, a new President, a better economy, just a little more time…

When you play that game, there is always something else. As Zig Ziglar says, “Money won’t make you happy… but everybody wants to find out for themselves.”

Loneliness and depression are no strangers to me, and yet, I can honestly say I’m happy. Not a “well, there are people worse off than me” kind of happy, which is really just an illusion, but a really content kind of happy. Good or bad, win or lose, up or down, this is my life. When I wake up tomorrow I’ll still be me, and that will continue (Lord willing) for another 30 years and then another 30 years. It’s about time I got used to it 🙂

In Martin Tupper’s poem “Never Give Up” there is the line:

“Providence wisely has mingled the cup…”

Good or bad, win or lose, up or down, this is the life God has prepared for me. It was custom fit, made to measure, no one can borrow it because it simply won’t fit. When I think of Who has given me this life, Who it was that “knitted me together in my mother’s womb” (Psalm 139:13) I am reminded that my life is anything but average and it is certainly not plain or boring.

Don’t get me wrong—I still want more. I want a wife and I want children, and I want to own a house and so many other things—and with great passion—but this is what I’ve been given, by a loving and wise God who’s had it planned out for a long time:

“Your eyes saw my unformed substance; in your book were written, every one of them, the days that were formed for me, when as yet there was none of them.” (Psalm 139:16)

I love how it says every day—not every year or decade or a lifetime; every day. Looking forward to tomorrow, and the next day, and the next…