my daily bread
This morning, as we recited the Lord’s Prayer at church, the phrase ‘give me today my daily bread‘ caught my ear.
Daily has some tight boundaries on it; it doesn’t allow me room to wiggle and worry about yesterday and tomorrow. It plants my feet firmly in the present, in the absolute here and now. And it is in there that God is providing, one day at a time. To say ‘give me today my daily bread‘ is to acknowledge that He is providing for my needs at this moment; it is a statement of trust that tomorrow cannot be worried into submission and that I’m not going to try.
Ack. I have a hard time with this. A very hard time.
But I don’t want to waste today. Because when I take a moment to reflect, I realize that in ignoring my daily bread, I am rejecting gifts that matter so much more now than the fears of what happens then.
So, friends, here is my daily bread today:
…the soft morning breeze waving across my face as I sit next to the big window in my bedroom.
…the cold iced tea on my coffee table and the blessing of a (finally) clean apartment.
…listening to Fleet Foxes and feeling filled up
…going blueberry picking with my friend, Kelley
…rediscovering a favorite Sufjan Stevens t-shirt from college (and having it still fit!)
There is much in this daily bread of mine; perhaps it’s time I paid it attention.
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