My husband dreamt up a start-up a few years ago and made it happen. When we jumped into it, and let me be clear, we jumped, because it affected our whole family, not just him, I was clueless. Sure, I’d heard the word “start up” and knew there would be lots of work, lots of sacrifice, lots of time, but I never realized how many rollercoasters there would be, how emotions would rise and fall again and again. Tom shielded me from much of this, because I quickly realized that the constant changes unsettled me in uncomfortable ways. But sometimes there was no avoiding them.
My husband is pretty even-keeled, ready with a joke, sees potential and positives in nearly every situation. So when he was attached to his phone, pacing the house, and incapable of communicating with me because he didn’t really hear what I was saying, I knew things were rough. After watching our savings account dwindle, I felt my stress level rise. Everything with the business was out of my control; it scared me. No framework existed to let me know what the “right” next step would be. I prayed, but the future still appeared murky, and I knew it would continue to remain so.
In my discomfort I remembered Matthew 6:25-34:
Therefore I tell you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat or drink; or about your body, what you will wear. Is not life more than food, and the body more than clothes? Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they? Can any one of you by worrying add a single hour to your life?
And why do you worry about clothes? See how the flowers of the field grow. They do not labor or spin. Yet I tell you that not even Solomon in all his splendor was dressed like one of these. If that is how God clothes the grass of the field, which is here today and tomorrow is thrown into the fire, will he not much more clothe you—you of little faith? So do not worry, saying, ‘What shall we eat?’ or ‘What shall we drink?’ or ‘What shall we wear?’ For the pagans run after all these things, and your heavenly Father knows that you need them. But seek first his kingdom and his righteousness, and all these things will be given to you as well. Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own.
Each day has enough trouble of its own. Do not worry about tomorrow. Distilled down, I began asking this question: What does it mean to be faithful today? Bringing my focus back to this moment gave me an actionable step. I could love my family, I could call a friend. I could make some cookies and give some away. It grounded me.
Why bring this up now? Because in a global pandemic my thoughts are all over the map. Will we ever get out of stay at home? When will I see my parents again? What will happen to us? To our friends? To those on the margins? I long to see the future, to put in under my dominion. Pausing to realize that I a) don’t have the wisdom to have said dominion, b) don’t need to see the future, and c) can trust that God holds us all in the palm of his hand, brings me back to asking the same question: What does it mean to be faithful today? For me, it means helping my kids with their math problems, praying for my friends whose daughter started chemotherapy this week, making a fun breakfast for my family, seeing the beauty in my plant starts, and being grateful for sun and the chance to walk outside. It means I will call my mom and text a friend about her husband’s Covid19 antibody test. I will choose to see God’s hand in the mundane and pray for his mercy on our world, in our divided country, and in our states/cities/homes.