(Did you like how I refused to title this post? No title! How about that! Am I not the most daring thing, or what! {If you don't know what I'm talking about, read the next post.})

This past Sunday at church our music director and his wife sang the "special music". They have sung together many times. Nothing seemed special at the start. But then the words came. Words of Truth. Words of Healing. Words of Hope. TRUTH. And then she got caught up in the reality of such truth and got choked up. Just a bit. And it caught our attention. In a way that singing it perfectly could not do. And then he got choked up. Just a little bit. Which really caught our attention because he rarely is anything but professional on stage. (I mean that in a really good way.)

By the end of the song she was sobbing and he was crying so that he could barely get out the words. It was moving. It was touching. It was real. I'm not one for major fan-fares of emotion and tidal waves of giddy highs that show the "holiness" of something. And this was not that. This was raw emotion touched by the truth of who God is in a tough time. In our time. I don't remember the words to the song, but I do recall the last line...it is still speaking volumes to me today:

"Fear not, My child... I know how to care for what is Mine."

He knows how to care for me. I don't need to worry or fear. He knows how to care for you, friend. Don't worry. Don't be afraid. He not only KNOWS how to care for what is His, but then He does it. He cares for us exactly as we need. And He does it best. With no mistakes. Believe Him for it.