Anxiety works hard to pull me into the future, tugging like a dog on a rope. Regret stands behind me, just over my shoulder, with dark whispers of should-haves. But the Lord, He spoke the days into being, and He did so just one at a time. And this is the day he has made. If you feel the tug into the future, if you hear the whispers of the past, be still. Stay in this day, only this one. Allow him to keep you here, in this minute, resting in the promise of safety and peace.

God called the light “day” and the darkness “night.” And evening passed and morning came, marking the first day. -Genesis 1:5