April 20, 2020 (Monday)
I remember picking up the local paper one day long ago and seeing an ad for a fortune teller. I can’t remember the proper name chosen for her work but “fortune teller” will probably give you and idea of what she did for a living. The ad told how she had helped great world leaders to shape history. Now she had come to Rockport and was available for sessions with anyone. I’ll never forget the last line of the ad that said “Madam is conveniently located on Highway 35 S, between Rockport and Aransas Pass.” Having declared that she had psychic powers that had guided great leaders of the world, it just seemed a little odd to me that her address was not more impressive.
In recent weeks, I have seen a lawn sign inviting seekers of psychic help to visit a house on Market Street.
I much prefer to seek advice from the Lord Himself, the one who knows what tomorrow holds because He holds all our tomorrows in the palm of His loving hand.
“Thus says the LORD who made the earth, the LORD who formed it and established it, the LORD is His name: ‘Call to Me and I will answer and show you great and unsearchable things you do not know'” (Jeremiah 3:32-33).
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Ira F. Stanphill
1950
I don’t know about tomorrow
I just live for day to day
I don’t borrow from the sunshine
For it’s skies may turn to gray
I don’t worry o’er the future
For I know what Jesus said
And today I’ll walk beside Him
For He knows what lies ahead
Many things about tomorrow
I don’t seem to understand
But I know who holds tomorrow
And I know who holds my hand
I don’t know about tomorrow
It may bring me poverty
But the One who feeds the sparrow
Is the One who stands by me
And the path that be my portion
May be through the flame or flood
But His presence goes before me
And I’m covered with His blood
Many things about tomorrow
I don’t seem to understand
But I know who holds tomorrow
And I know who holds my hand
Ev’ry step is getting brighter
As the golden stairs I climb
Ev’ry burden’s getting lighter
Ev’ry cloud is silver lined
There the sun is always shining
There no tear will dim the eye
At the ending of the rainbow
Where the mountains touch the sky
Many things about tomorrow
I don’t seem to understand
But I know who holds tomorrow
And I know who holds my hand