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Everything Will Be Ok

While shopping today, I picked up a card that read:  “Everything will be ok … even if we cannot see what ok looks like from here.”   I thought it was the perfect sentiment to send to some family members that needed encouragement.  Enough said … until I was checking out.

The guy ringing up my groceries commented on the card.  “That’s a great thought.  We should post that on our foreheads.”   It was kind of a “duh” moment.  There is an immense amount of truth in the statement.
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How often do I run around fretting about things; letting worries and concerns and frustrations rob me of my joy and peace and contentment?  Those “things” can be mountains or simple irritations.  Either way, circumstances will come into our daily living that can throw us off balance.  Do I have an underlying foundation that allows me to believe and trust in the essence of this saying?  I recently jotted a note in my journal that says, “Faith puts God in control.”

Since I love control this is difficult.   I want to plan, take care of and direct the state of affairs.  However, if I want to really believe “everything will be ok…” I will need to relinquish my control; not a comfortable task.

So, I am going to choose to let these words echo in my heart and soul becoming part of my being.

It is well ~ Missy


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  1. Amen..best sermon heard for the day and since you are my daughter...I agree you are a control freak just like your mom...Ok is Ok and It is well...Love Mom

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