I open my hand and allow God to fill it. Lying in bed this morning I found myself slipping into a fear-filled space. What if I don't have enough to do this? What happens when that? Fear has a life of its own, it exists without justification. It pokes at me in the early hours; it tells me that I am not enough. It is in these times that I need to open my hands, my heart and my mind to God in prayer.
I fell asleep soon after asking God for help and woke feeling refreshed. I don't know what today will bring, but I do know that whatever it is, I am walking with a full heart.