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But

I am trusting God to provide
the money, the time, the health—
every resource I find so necessary,
but if He does not,
He is enough.
He will always be enough
because He is the reason for my being.

He created me
for Him,
to worship Him through all eternity
which begins right now,
which began when I first knew Him
back then at six.

But for now, I am here,
asking for needs to be met—
trusting, waiting, trying, working—
all in His presence.
If nothing comes of it,
He is here.
He is there.
He is God,
and I’m His child.

All is well.


I wrote this post for the Five-Minute Friday Link-Up. Click here to read other writers' posts on today's prompt: but. When I heard today's word, I thought of Habakkuk 3:17-18 (which, it turns out, uses the word yet).

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  1. Lesley CrawfordFebruary 14, 2025 at 9:14 AM

    I enjoyed your post! Those verses in Habakkuk are some of my favourites.

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  2. BarefootLilyLadyFebruary 14, 2025 at 9:29 AM

    "He is here.
    He is there.
    He is God, and I'm His child."
    Poignant truth so beautifully expressed.

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  3. Gina CastellFebruary 14, 2025 at 9:51 AM

    This made me tear up. May God give you your heart’s desire including healing. ❤️‍🩹 G

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  4. Annie JeffriesFebruary 14, 2025 at 1:03 PM

    I learned a while back that God does not always give us what we want but He always gives us what we need. And that is infinitely more valuable.

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  5. Great-Granny GrandmaFebruary 15, 2025 at 11:38 AM

    Beautifully expressed.

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  6. AndrewFebruary 16, 2025 at 3:17 AM

    Nope, the fig tree does not bud,
    and the cows escaped their stalls.
    The river's rising high in flood,
    and my children make me climb the walls.
    There are no sheep in the pen,
    but Dad is there (I mean, in gaol),
    and Mom is asking me just when
    I'm gonna go and make his bail,
    but through it all I gotta say
    that I still feel God's loving smile.
    However twisted goes the day,
    however long may seem each mile
    I know that He will always be
    watching out for silly me.

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  7. PaulaShort February 19, 2025 at 7:43 AM

    Amen! What a wonderful message.
    FMF#9

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