The crosses which we make for ourselves by restless anxiety at to the future, are not crosses which come from God. – Francois De La Mothe Fenelon

My mother would called me presumptive when I would get anxious about what the future would bring. My grandmother was a little more down home in her language. She’s say, “Don’t fret none, child. Only God knows the future.”

I haven’t totally quit “fretting,” but over the years I am learning that anxiety about the future is a sign of lack of faith. When I am anxious, I am  trying to supplement God’s wisdom with my own ignorance about his plans for me, and what is good for me. I haven’t quite learned yet that the future is not yet mine, perhaps it never will be. One would think I would have learned by now, and that if it comes at all it may come wholly different from what I have foreseen.

If life’s lessons have taught me anything it is to shut my eyes to that which God hides from me and to keep in reserve the treasure of his counsel – to worship without seeing, without speaking, and in peace.

About the author

Webb Hubbell is the former Associate Attorney General of The United States. His novels, When Men Betray, Ginger Snaps, A Game of Inches, The Eighteenth Green, and The East End are published by Beaufort Books and are available online or at your local bookstore. When Men Betray won one of the IndieFab awards for best novel in 2014. Ginger Snaps and The Eighteenth Green won the IPPY Awards Gold Medal for best suspense/thriller. His latest, “Light of Day” will be on the bookstands soon.

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