Lord is my Portion
I try to stay busy, but there’s nothing to do.
The nervousness seeps out– I tap my fingernails on the table. I cross my legs and bounce my knee. I thumb through books I’m not reading and watch the clock hands tick around in circles.
Because this thing– it’s big. I wish I could see the other side of the answer, but I can’t. It will come in time– time that moves both faster and slower than I want.
However, there’s a truth in Lamentations that calms my soul: The Lord is my portion.
I twirl these words over my tongue, let them wash through me. He is my portion, so He is enough. Just enough.
My answer– it will come. Answers sometimes come slow and steady, a drop in the bucket until one day you realize it’s full, overflowing even.
In the meantime, I take my portion and I give over my hopes. Every morning I do this, and every day it is enough to sustain me.