"Teamwork, teamwork" is the chant my daughter-in-law teaches my grandkids. The first time I heard it, the older two were carrying a stepladder into the kitchen for their mom. They were barely out of toddler-hood and totally unable to move the stool on their own.
That is the only chant I know that gives hope for today. Only the team needs to be God and me. He can bless, organize, remind, redeem, change, miracle-ize (I know--a made-up word), and oh yes, forgive (me). What's not to like about that team?
Will He do it my way? Probably not.
Will He make me mad? Possibly.
Will He be slower than I like? Most likely.
So why hook up with this version of teamwork? Because of one very extraordinary truth: He has my best interest at heart. Period.
I don't know what this day or any other day has in store, but my teamwork chant is to put all my eggs in God's basket.
I hope you have Hope for today.
