This is a poem that a wonderful friend of mine, Tiffany, posted a while back. I go back to read it often.
From an old English parsonage down by the sea
There came in the twilight a message to me;
Its quaint Saxon legend, deeply engraven,
Hath, it seems to me, teaching from Heaven.
And on through the doors the quiet words ring
Like a low inspiration: “Do the next thing.”Many a questioning, many a fear,
Many a doubt, hath its quieting here.
Moment by moment, let down from Heaven,
Time, opportunity, and guidance are given.
Fear not tomorrows, child of the King,
Trust them with Jesus, do the next thing.Do it immediately, do it with prayer;
Do it reliantly, casting all care;
Do it with reverence, tracing His hand
Who placed it before thee with earnest command.
Stayed on Omnipotence, safe ‘neath His wing,
Leave all results, do the next thing.Looking for Jesus, ever serener,
Working or suffering, be thy demeanor;
In His dear presence, the rest of His calm,
The light of His countenance be thy psalm,
Strong in His faithfulness, praise and sing.
Then, as He beckons thee, do the next thing.~Author Unknown
We as a society today are power hungry for control. Control over our spouses, families, careers, friends, daily choices and lives.
“Fear not tomorrows… Cast ALL care…” I don’t know about you, but I am a Worry Wart – with big, capital W’s! To be able to entrust every single worry… is a struggle that we all encounter.
What is your Next Thing?

















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