All worked out

" I believe in you.. I believe in you... I believe in you."
I woke up this morning with the song " I believe" by Micah Stampley coursing through my head. It resounded loudly, compelling me to believe the words- I believe.
I whispered it. Then spoke it a little louder. I wanted to speak it until I believed it. I believe in you, Jesus."

 The believing I am referring to is not the believing unto salvation from the curse of sin and death. The believing I am talking about is the believing in God's daily provision of grace for every moment.
Its the "I believe in you God to supply my needs today- whatever those needs turn out to be. I believe in you God to supply my peace, to supply my healing, to supply my mental fortitude when the baby is crying non-stop."
I believe in you God.

I believe in you to take care of the loose ends- the things I can not control and thus should not worry about. I believe that you can  handle -no-  are handling it.
I believe you are masterfully orchestrating every moment of my life to reveal your great masterpiece- and, you know what? it's bigger than me.

I believe in you Jesus. You've got this. Hallelujah!
It's all worked out.