Blessings for the moment

My hands reach out in expectation as ancient as that of a baby’s reach for its sustenance. My bones ache for the Father God who will supply all I need. He will give life and breath and satisfaction. I know this and in my inner being I reach out as if a tiny baby sobbing for care.
My hands reach out holding the sword, its blade up then lain down at His feet. The weariness that has surrounded me for days begins to fall away at this sign of surrender. My sword is given up entirely for His use. He will supply all I need for this battle, direction, command, and strength, all are His and are given according to His ration. I know this and in my inner being I reach out as if a mighty warrior pledging allegiance to his king.
This great God of ours, He supplies all our needs. I look amazed at the blessings He shares with us. Blessings not even asked for that He showers on us with delight. This time of bright sunny days and gentle warmth accented beautifully with flowers and ringing with laughter. The feeling that His love, and not just the wind, wraps itself around us as we fly through the country. Comfort in a clean bed, warm shower, and good food provided in a climate controlled building. Discernment when options that are not the best present themselves to us.
Sometimes grief comes and threatens to settle itself on our shoulders, forcing us to wear it like an itchy sweater. Grief comes and our Father seems far away. How funny we are. How inconstant. We toss about worrying when our relief is beside us. We have the source of all power, all life, hidden in our heart. No weapon formed against us-no curse, no plot, no hate-will win. Our lives are not our own. Our lives belong to the one who created everything. In His time, He will rescue us. He will save us from the fire or He will take us home. We are not meant to understand. We are meant only to trust.
We look at now and think it is eternity. It is not. Now is only now. In a moment, it will pass away. Give thanks for the blessings of this moment.