Every Day Grace

In the past 10 weeks, I have lost 5 lab partners. The chemistry course this summer is rigorous, and, to some, daunting. I already hear the dread of next term's science courses from my classmates. I ordered my books and will be preparing ahead of the Sept. 5 start date. Work is also challenging, and requires some creativity and organization, which, for some, produces stress.
Yes, to think of what I am dreaming, fear is an easy choice. But I will never have to face the whole of medicine or the whole of life in a day. Each day, instead, has it's own challenges. Conversely, each has it's own grace.
Lately, therefore, I have been focused on the minutia of what I do every day, what I accomplish in an hour, or in thirty minutes. Throughout that day, I search for the special grace to help me through it's tasks-- it can always be found. At the end of the day, I must be satisfied with it, not with the great unknown future.
I have begun to look through a bird book and try to identify the birds I usually encounter. The Gospels are very true... "Look at the birds of the field...they do not worry...the Father cares for them."