This morning I was worrying. Worrying. Which is something I shouldn't do anyway. It was such a tiny worry.
You see, I'm not- fiscally well off. And today I would have to spend money to do what I wanted to do, but then I was pleasantly surprised: I spent less money than I expected. I was given gifts.
Though when I say "gifts" I don't mean that they were wrapped or presented to me. I don't even mean to say they were intended to me as gifts.
But God intended them as gifts to me; to say, "Stop worrying. Stop. Remember the lillies of the valley. The sparrows of the field and air."
Then today, I was reminded why I don't need to worry: because Christ is the Messiah.
Perhaps I should have more to say, but I don't. Even after rereading Nehemiah and Esther--rebuilding the walls and avoiding another attempt at genocide, and I worry that I don't have enough money.
Last I checked, my home is one place and no one's trying to kill me.
They did not worry. Why do I?
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