Tomorrow. It’s one of my three year old son’s favorite words. When he asks for a toy, a piece of candy—anything special—and I respond with “no”, he’ll often ask “well can I have it tomorrow, Dad?” As I tuck them into bed at night, both of my boys regularly talk about the anticipated adventures that tomorrow will hold. As adults, sadly, we often view the concept of tomorrow much differently than children do. Thoughts of tomorrow, next month and next year frequently induce worry instead of wonder.
About a week and a half ago my hometown of Charlotte, NC, was bracing for a large winter snowstorm. During the week leading up to the arrival of the system the local meteorologists kept upping the excepted amount of snowfall. Early in the week they were talking 1-2 inches. By Friday afternoon we were all but guaranteed to see eight inches or more. My children were beyond ecstatic! I put them to bed that that night, anticipating a deep blanket of white by dawn.
Although the northern parts of the Charlotte area got a good, heavy snow that night, south Charlotte (where we live) got gypped! The rain was supposed to turn to snow by 7:00 PM. I stayed up late, midnight or better, waiting for the freezing rain to turn into snowflakes. I finally, anxiously, went to bed. I woke up at 2 AM, no snow. At 4 AM, still nothing. At 6 AM, my seven year old son Levi came bounding into my room, whirled back my curtains, and screamed, “IT SNOWED DAD!” I peered out the window with him at a pitifully thin layer of sleet with a light dusting of snow on top. And I responded, “AWESOME!”
Later that morning it actually did start to snow; we ended up with maybe a half an inch. I was bummed, but my southern-born-and-bred little boys were thrilled about any amount of snow…they don’t know any better. They legitimately made the most out of a little. We broke out the sleds, did some (pathetic) snow angels and even had a snow ball fight. The lackluster snow storm in south Charlotte turned out to be everything my kids dreamed it would be and more.
Now back to this concept of “tomorrow”. Jesus says in Matthew 6:34, “Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about its own things. Sufficient for the day is its own trouble.” The night before the “snowstorm that wasn’t”, I was worried about tomorrow. The longer I waited for the freezing rain to turn into snow, the more anxious I got. Each time I woke up in the night to look out the window, the more frustrated I became. I was worried that my kids would be disappointed by the small traces of sleet and snow; worried they would be disappointed with tomorrow. Turns out I was wrong. Levi and Jed had an absolute blast and all my worrying had been in vain.
Most of the time, our worries about tomorrow never even materialize. But the amazing thing with God is that even if they do (like waking up to seven tenths of an inch of snow instead of seven inches) God has an uncanny way of helping us make the most out of it—and see beauty in it. His grace is sufficient. His presence is enough. His Word is our anchor. His Spirit is our guide. He turn messes into miracles and tragedies into triumphs. With the Holy Spirit’s help, let’s make a daily decision not waste another minute worrying about the future. God is already in the future, and He’s already made a way!
Oh, and here’s another great verse (right in front of Matthew 6:34) to help us when we’re prone to anxiety about tomorrow:
“Seek ye first the kingdom of God, and His righteousness, and everything else will fall into place...” (Matthew 6:33, paraphrased)