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.