One More Day

I had coffee with a friend of mine last night.  She's someone I look up to in so many ways.  She's definitely the anchor in my close group of friends, always being the one who seeks stability and peace.  In addition to that, I believe she has also made it her personal mission to make sure I don't make too much of an idiot of myself in a single sitting.  I love it.  I need more people like her in my life.

For her privacy, I'll refer to her as Kelly.

Kelly has been having a rough time lately.  She described her situation last night as a "plateau."  Life has thrown her so many curve balls these last few months that she's having a hard time knowing that things she held onto so dearly are certain anymore.  Growth has been her biggest problem.  She's in a season of confusion and normalcy in her faith and she hates it.  It's no secret to anyone that Kelly is a bit of a worrier, but I love that about her, because she's always a few steps ahead of me.  Unfortunately, this worrying about what's next and when this drought will end has begun to numb her.

After about an hour, we started talking about Matthew 6:34.  In this verse, Jesus says, "So don't worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow brings its own worries.  Today's trouble is enough for today."  Now within scriptural context, Jesus is talking about provision, or "our daily bread," but we started to discuss this verse within the context of faith.

I truly believe that the faith that got me through yesterday isn't nearly enough to get me through today or even tomorrow.  We live in a time when the world, or satan, or whatever you want to label is constantly moving, growing, and evolving.  Everyday we wake up with a target on our backs for pain, suffering, and brokenness.  We aren't supposed to make it one more day.  In response, we too must be in a constant state of movement, growth, and evolution.  We must daily ask God to give us the faith we need to get through one more day.  I don't think there's anything wrong with being on your knees at the end of each day, telling God, "I don't know if I can make it another day" because I believe each time He asks, "Can you make it just one more?"

To be honest I don't know really how our conversation went last night.  By the time we had finished, Kelly was pretty drained and just wanted to go to bed.  I walked her back to her place, and she thanked me and went inside.  All I left with for certain was that she had made it one more day, and that come the morning, her mercy's would be renewed and that she would look to find the faith to make it through one more day.