Good thing I was already awake. My day had long started. Then came the text message from my husband.
There were job cuts going on today. More of them. They first made cuts late last year, after a huge corporate change up. Today’s cuts were probably to be twice that amount. Eeek!
But I was awake. Being awake meant my first thought was to whisper a prayer instead of crying out in panic. I was able to trust instead of torture myself with all kinds of wild thoughts. (Boy, this vivid imagination can sometimes create all variety of scenarios, except the ones that really count.) Being awake meant feeling at peace instead of at war.
What a blessing. What a difference it is to be awake, and alert. Aware of my surroundings. Most importantly–awake of my control in these surroundings. The situation was beyond me. That’s alright.
The One who is fully in control of it all has the situation and its future, nestled in the very palm of His mighty hand. Plus, He never slumbers nor sleeps.
He’s always awake.
