Each day is a blessing.  We’ve made it through another night.  Our hearts are beating and breath fills our lungs.  We’re not dead yet.

There are times when I wish that my life would end.  I’m the age where many friends are going to heaven – where their suffering has come to an end – where there are no more tears, sadness, fear or feelings of loss or persecution.  Peace – beautiful freedom from the cares of the world.

Death can be an end to our troubles.  It can usher in a freedom from all the chaos and ugliness of the world.  It can also be used as an escape which God doesn’t intend for His people.  When we give up and give in to the perils of living and choose death, we’re violating His commandment not to kill.

I’m hearing so much lately about various lives mattering.  I’m also hearing that many take offense at the phrase, “all lives matter.”  Can someone tell me why that is offensive.  Life in the womb matters.  Life of those with special needs matters  Lives of those who cannot care for themselves matter.  Lives of the poor matter.  Lives of the elderly matter.  Lives of all races matter.  Life matters or God would not have created it.  He created man in His image, with various strengths and talents.  Race makes no difference to Him.  He doesn’t care if we’re too young or too old.  He looks beyond our disabilities and loves each of us the same.  We’re His creation and also His children.

We’re in an inexplainable time right now.  We’re facing tragedy, health concerns, violence and unrest, political upheaval, turning from God, self-dependence and many more situations which tug at our minds and hearts every day. There is reason to be depressed, unhappy, fearful.  There is also need for us to turn to our Creator and ask for His help while we travel this world.  He will hear our prayers if we simply go to Him.

We’ve been separated from God for a very long time.  That has caused us to flounder in our journey.  It’s totally unnecessary.  God has taken care of all our needs today and He will again tomorrow.  We need not worry, because He’s always there for all of us, because we all matter to Him.



As I reach the end of my years, I find I have a lot of good information stored up in this old decrepit mind of mine. If I don't write it all down, it may vanish and no one will have the advantage of my thoughts. This is why this blog exists. I love the Lord, Jesus with all my heart and soul. I know I'm undeserving of all He's done for me, but I also know that His love is beyond my comprehension. I've always wanted to write. I never kept diaries, but tucked my thoughts in my head for future reference. I use them now in creating stories, plays, poetry and my blog. I continue to learn every day. I believe the compilation of our time spent with God will have huge affect on the way we live. I know I'm a sinner and I need a Savior. I have One through Jesus, Christ. My book, "Stages - a memoir," is about the seven stages of life from the perspective of a woman. It addresses all the things girls and women go through in life as they travel it with Jesus, and it is available on
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4 Responses to DON’T WORRY ABOUT TOMORROW . . .

  1. Kathy, this post is wonderful. It’s a work of art! And I agree with everything you said here.

    I, too, was wondering why some people are offended by hearing someone say ‘All lives matter.’ Because ALL lives, created by God, do matter, like you said. But I just read something in an article about racial microaggressions, which explained it in a way that makes perfect sense. Here it is:

    ‘Those who respond to “black lives matter” by saying “all lives matter” may be interpreting “only black lives matter,” which isn’t the case. The call to action means “black lives matter, too.” So when someone says “all lives matter” without acknowledging the movement’s point, they’re ignoring the racism exemplified in police interactions that ended badly. . . . When a house is on fire, the fire truck doesn’t come and hose water on all the houses on the street saying, “All houses matter.” They’ve come to help the fire that’s burning. . . . Imagine at a funeral that someone is mourning the death of a loved one and you say, “Yeah, but my grandmother died five years ago. All deaths matter.” Both scenarios are insensitive to the pain of the people suffering in this moment.’

    Wow!! Now I get it. I am a great-grandmother, but I am still learning new things almost every day. Which really keeps life interesting. 😀

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      I think I do understand the pain that the black community is suffering. I wouldn’t be able to walk on their shoes. What I’m trying to say in my postings lately is that God doesn’t discriminate. He loves all of us. He forgave all of us. We choose whether to follow him or turn our backs on him. I wonder how he feels.

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  2. Kathy, I appreciate you sharing these thoughts. Your witness to your faith and the Gospel rings true. Our tomorrow’s are facing challenges we could never imagine several months ago. Peace be with you!

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