“The verdict of the ages is that faith means courage. All men of faith have courage. They trust their God.” (Page 68, Big Book)
The future cannot be handled.
The future is not handle-able in great part because it does not actually exist.
All there is is an eternal present in flux.
The flux is carved into fragmentary and deceptive memories only for those who experienced a particular moment of that present, and futures are tree-like fantasies speculated out of carved memories, two stages removed from the present they threaten to—but can never—become. For the future is made of the past, and the past cannot return, so the future never arrives.
It is too slippery, too elusive to be dealt with at all.
Common sense suggests buffers, storm cellars, seawalls, and other precautions.
But one cannot warm oneself now against cold in a year’s time.
One cannot blow a future runny nose.
I am given the courage for now but not for later or tomorrow.
I am given confidence that, tomorrow, courage for the now will be provided, and with that confidence I can forego morbid contemplation of the future.
This is what trusting God means: trusting that the flow of courage to face the now will continue uninterrupted, the only certainty extending into the future, because God is eternally present, the substrate of reality. Whilst reality prevails, That Which created and sustains it in existence is axiomatically present, all-encompassing, and entirely available.