Doug and I went for a hike at our cabin over the weekend. Actually, he hiked and I snowshoed. We went quite a distance. It’s been almost a year since I’ve snowshoed and, though I’ve walked almost every day, you use different muscles. We were near the end of the walk and I was tired. Then I looked up. And on the path ahead, I saw a tree down. How was I going to get around it? With my short legs and clunky snowshoes, I couldn’t step over it. And it was too low to the ground to crawl under it.

I kept walking without saying a word to Doug, but I stewed as the log got closer and closer. How on earth was I to get over it?

Just as I was about to voice my concern, the path turned. The log ended up being out of the way on the left.

Too often, that is how I live my life. I worry and fret about what I think I see in my future. I spend hours wondering how I’m going to take care of the situation. And before I can do a thing, God works it all out.

Our propane tank at our cabin was down to 5% of capacity. The high temperature today is supposed to be -15 degrees. We called the propane company, but they said they wouldn’t be out until Monday or Tuesday. Most likely, our heat would go off. What were we going to do? Doug would have to make another trip up there this weekend to check on things and reset the heat.

And then, on Saturday afternoon, the delivery truck pulled into our driveway. All of our worry was for nothing. God took care of it.

Such little things, but they remind us that God is always at work. We have no reason for worry and no place for fretting. He’ll take care of it.