That blows my mind. It’s also very true.

How many times do I take my eternal security for granted and then turn around to get stressed out by something that I probably won’t remember five years from now? How often do I go to thanking God for saving me to a future in Heaven to worrying about how this current situation will play out and how I (and not God) will fix it?

Which is harder to manage? An eternity or a day? Forever or a week? Whatever my present anxiety is about is fleeting. The Bible calls it a light affliction in comparison to the eternal weight of glory that awaits.

I suppose I could beat myself up for being dumb. Or I could choose to say that in this moment I am trusting God for my eternity and for my present, because both are in good hands. Both are in nail-scarred hands.