Today Only!

 

Just for Today

How often do we sit at our desks early in the morning - deliberately seeking the face of Jesus - training our ears for the slightest vibration, a whisper, a word from the Spirit of truth? Anything… just to recharge - just enough strength for today.

Because that is a biblical thought.

Not strength for next week.
Not grace stored up for some distant storm.
But just for today.

As it is written in the Gospel of Matthew 6:34:
“Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own.”

And again, we see this pattern throughout Scripture:

• Lamentations 3:22–23 - “His mercies never come to an end; they are new every morning.”
• Exodus 16:4 - God gave manna daily - enough for each day, no more
• 2 Corinthians 12:9 - “My grace is sufficient for you…”

Yet that is not how we are.

We rush ahead. We carry tomorrow’s weight into today. We strain under burdens we were never meant to hold all at once. And still, we are called to align ourselves with His way of thinking.

The reality of Christianity is not complicated. It is a simple, daily reflection - lived with eternity in mind. A life where sin no longer holds dominion over us.

And yet… the tension remains.

No matter how sincere our intent, we still inhabit bodies marked by weakness. There is a constant resistance - a pushback against the will that longs to follow Christ. Scripture tells us we are new creations, and this is the truth. But throughout the day, we still wrestle with what remains.

I feel it. I detest it.

That resistance against the light of my glorious Saviour.

It is a relentless tension - spirit against flesh.

And then life adds its own weight.

Financial strain. Pressure. Uncertainty.

How does one endure a single day without the hope of the resurrection?

In a strange way, I find myself thankful for the pressure. It drives me deeper into dependence on God. It strips away self-reliance. It forces me to look upward.

But even then, it presses hard against the heart. It stirs anxiety.

And so, the cry remains:

Even so - come quickly, Lord Jesus.

Like Paul the Apostle, I understand the longing. To depart and be with Christ - that is far better.

If I were given the choice, it would not be a difficult one.

But for now… we are here.

So, we rise again tomorrow morning…
We seek His face again…
We listen again…

And we receive what He gives:

Grace - for today, Thank you, Father, for our gift to cry Abba Father.

Praise and hail the mighty name of Jesus, now and forever more, Amen and Amen!

Signing off,
Tyrone