Can any of you add a cubit to his height by worrying? If then you’re not able to do even a little thing, why worry about the rest? Consider how the wildflowers grow: They don’t labor or spin thread. Yet I tell you, not even Solomon in all his splendor was adorned like one of these! If that’s how God clothes the grass, which is in the field today and is thrown into the furnace tomorrow, how much more will He do for you—you of little faith? Don’t keep striving for what you should eat and what you should drink, and don’t be anxious. For the Gentile world eagerly seeks all these things, and your Father knows that you need them. But seek His kingdom, and these things will be provided for you.
(Luke 12:25-31, HCSB)
Friend to Friend
I saw the slogan “Warrior Not Worrier” on a T-Shirt recently and it hit me. It hit me so much so that I haven’t been able to get it out of my mind. I tend to be the worrier. Sometimes worry grabs hold of me and I don’t even know it. I worry about finances and relationships and my purpose and the future. It’s not intentional.
I happen to be a first born who grew up like an only child. So, I have tendencies of both. I am a planner. I am all about the details. I like to be in control. I like to know what is coming next. I like things done my way, in my timing.