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“I guess it be dis…live in the day, cause that’s all we been given, trust God fo’ da rest.”
“Live in the day,” she repeated. “And trust God fo’ da rest. Yes’m.
Nobody got control. Only God. Rich folks got they money and power, make them think they do. But all they do is worry and fret over what might happen next, tomorrow, next week, next year. Got no joy in what God do for them today. Don’t even see what He do. Don’t thank Him for it. Just run right by it, in the biggest hurry to try and stop all these things they afraid might happen, things that can’t be stopped. Do all this striving that gets them no place. No place but angry and sad.”
“See, you frettin’ about what might happen, before it do happen, and it might not ever happen the way you fear.” “You’re right. That is what I’m doing.” “See, it’s all dem heavy thoughts steal our joy, the one’s we ain’t meant to carry.”
“Well, you don’t have to grab hold of it all at once,” he said. “Just one day at a time.”
“Or you could do like Crabby do. For her, a day’s way too long. She live moment by moment, and she got way more joy than me.” 35
Then it dawned on her: this is what Micah did, what he was trying to explain. Live in the day, don’t worry about things beyond your control.
