Then maidens will dance and be glad, young men and old as well. I will turn their mourning into gladness; I will give them comfort and joy instead of sorrow. ~ Jeremiah 31:13

Last night, I decided to go to bed a little earlier than intended to have a chat with Jesus. Although I did talk to Him a bit, it wasn’t until I quieted my heart and allowed Him to whisper to me just how much He missed me that everything fell back into place in my heart.  For a bit (as I’m sure it’s been apparent in my posts) I’ve been preoccupied with ideas of “Isaac.”  Who is he? Where is he? Is he just around the corner? But last night, I got up from my bed, danced and worshiped before the Lord, and allowed God to bring me back to where I should be.

I once again shed the idea of searching for Isaac, keeping my eyes wide open for him, and looked back to where my focus should be: Jesus.  As I danced, I shed hopes and dreams and found myself freed. Does God want good things for us? YES. However, do we need to even give thought to those good things that will come? A resounding “no” is going throughout my heart today.

Take therefore no thought for the morrow: for the morrow shall take thought for the things of itself. Sufficient unto the day is the evil thereof. ~Matthew 6:34

As I’ve said before and Jesus cemented into my heart even more last night, I just need to pursue God and everything will just fall into place.  I know that as everything falls away from my life, God will take care of me.  If He wants me to have a husband, He will provide it.  If He wants me to have kids, He will make it possible.  If I am to pass medical school, He will make it come to pass. In this time I just need to do as I started out intending to do: do everything as if unto God. With a spirit of excellence, seek to pursue God will all that I have; seek to represent God in all that I do; seek to tell everyone of this mighty wonderful Jesus. And so, last night I danced before the Lord in the dark of my room and I shed my cares as I worshiped the God who died for me.

Rebekah M.