Sometimes there seems to be no answers. We ask the questions over and over, yet no answer presents itself. Long hours are spent meditating – trying to connect with the answer – but is met with only silence. We wonder what the future is going to be and the waiting makes us a little nuts. I always think of that song: Que sera sera
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When I was just a little girl, I asked my mother, “What will I be? Will I be pretty? Will I be rich?” Here’s what she said to me:
Que sera sera, whatever will be, will be. The future’s not ours to see. Que sera sera.
When I was just a child in school, I asked my teacher “What should I try? Should I paint pictures? Should I sing songs?” This was her wise reply:
Que sera sera, whatever will be, will be. The future’s not ours to see. Que sera sera.
And I grew up and fell in love. I asked my sweetheart, “What lies ahead? Will there be rainbows day after day?” Here’s what my sweetheart said:
Que sera sera, whatever will be, will be. The future’s not ours to see. Que sera sera.
Now I have children of my own. They ask their mother “What will I be? Will I be pretty? Will I be rich?” I tell them tenderly:
Que sera sera, whatever will be, will be. The future’s not ours to see. Que sera sera.
The future isn’t for us to know and we should be glad of that. Who wants to know the date of their own demise – or worse yet – the demise of a loved one? Who wants everything all settled and prescribed? Not I.
I tell myself, when I start feeling a little anxious about the future, to claim God’s promise in Matthew 6: 25-34 which deals with anxiety and worry. God will make sure we have the things we need, when we need them.
I keep wondering about moving back home – should I consider it and work toward it? Or does God want me here in Florida? Or maybe He wants me somewhere else altogether. It gives me a headache trying to figure it out on my own…thank goodness, I don’t have to and neither do you.
