Sufficient for the day is it's own trouble

I spent all yesterday doing something that was ultimately fruitless.
I wish I had woken up 10 minutes earlier this morning.
I wish the bus came earlier.
I wish I had a car...
and could drive it!
I wish people respected the technicalities of time (and at least permitted me into the store before actual closing time). Maybe if I were more comely and prolix they might've let me in.
I wish I hadn't wasted today.
I wish my fingers and toes weren't so stiff and numb from lack of use.
I wish I had had lunch today, but no time for that, I was trying to finish what I was trying to do.
I wish I wasn't so tired that I can't go out tonight.
I wish I could be in two places at once, nay three, actually, now that I think about it make it four (the RCC masqurade ball, a games night, curled up in bed sleeping and what I'm actually doing and/or should be doing).
I wish I wasn't so behind on assignments.
I wish I could be hugged.
I wish my dripping hair would not make me so cold.
I wish my dinner would cook faster.
I wish I could feed myself better.
I wish I could cook for someone else.
I wish I could talk.
I wish I had had a face to face conversation today.
I wish my clothes would go hang themselves.
I wish I had been a better friend.
I wish I knew what I was doing.
I wish I didn't have so much stuff to get rid of.
I wish someone would walk beside me.

I wish I hadn't wasted time writing all this nonsense

But these were my problems today and I know they will soon be over.
http://www.hooray2u.com/tomorrow.html

Matthew 6:34
Jesus said:
"Therefore do not worry about tomorrow,
for tomorrow will worry about its own things.
Sufficient for the day is its own trouble."

Amazing Love

Do you ever wonder if God loves you too much? It never occured like this to me until just recently. To be honest, I had been feeling prickly and unloveable. Like nothing I did or didn't do ever mattered. God didn't really care. (LIES!!! all lies I tell ya). So, I did what I do when I'm at my wits end (why do I wait that long?) and there is no one to turn to. I simply asked God to show me how much He loved me. It wasn't that big a deal, and I kinda forgot about it. I wasn't sure I would know if I'd even got an answer.

But, yet, despite my intrinsic unloveliness and unfaithfulness, He IS faithful. The overwhelming theme of His revelation to me since then has been love: pure love, steadfast love, secure love, undeserved love, unconditional love (the list goes on).

And thus, it started with a song: Amazing love, how can it be, that You my king would die for me? This, I realise now, is just the modern version of my lifesong ("And can it be" by Charles Wesley written in 1728, which, for some reason, I adopted as my own when I was 13) which has the line "Amazing love! How can it be, That Thou, my God, shouldst die for me?"

Another song and then a poem, a verse, a picture of promise, even a birthday present from my dear wee brother, and yet more verses, all within the last two weeks.

And even tonight, I just so happened to be listening to some guy reading from 1 John 4:7-12 "...love one another for love is of God... this is love, not that we loved God, but that He loved us and sent His Son as an atoning sacrifice... His love is made complete in us" while simultaneously reading on another website: "Today's Topic: The Love of God -God did not spare His own Son". Mere coincidence? I think not.

And later on this evening in reading, this jumped off the page: 1 John 4:10 -wait a minute, that was one of the same verses that guy was reading (ooo woo woo). You'd think Someone was trying to tell me something!

I asked, and it seems, I surely received.
It's staggering, quite overwhelming really. Now how am I to respond?