Things I Think
““Therefore I tell you, do not be anxious about your life, what you will eat or what you will drink, nor about your body, what you will put on. Is not life more than food, and the body more than clothing?Look at the birds of the air: they neither sow nor reap nor gather into barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not of more value than they?
And which of you by being anxious can add a single hour to his span of life?And why are you anxious about clothing? Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow: they neither toil nor spin,yet I tell you, even Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these.But if God so clothes the grass of the field, which today is alive and tomorrow is thrown into the oven, will he not much more clothe you, O you of little faith? Therefore do not be anxious, saying, ‘What shall we eat?’ or ‘What shall we drink?’ or ‘What shall we wear?’For the Gentiles seek after all these things, and your heavenly Father knows that you need them all.But seek first the kingdom of God and his righteousness, and all these things will be added to you.
“Therefore do not be anxious about tomorrow, for tomorrow will be anxious for itself. Sufficient for the day is its own trouble.”
(Matthew 6:25–34 ESV)
“What I seek is where I am and where I will arrive after all the miles of highway.
One of the hummingbirds at the feeder, a blazing species called Rufous, migrates twelve thousand miles each year, and yet every place it alights finds what it just left behind—insects and nectar to devour. The bird lives in motion to stay where it begins and ends.
The waters of the sea evaporate and wander back to the headwaters as clouds and then the rain falls and the journey down the river renews.
In an hour, the gray light will seep into the sky and a roar will come as they return to the feeders.
Maybe I will wander past myself, full of wonder.”
The long national nightmare ends tomorrow night and a new one begins the next day.
We are no longer a country of dreamers, but of competing nightmares of different types of apocalypse, peddling fear and rage and threatening the end of things known and the terror of things unknown.
Be afraid, be very afraid.
I am old and sick, broke and broken, and no longer have that kind of emotional capital to spend on tomorrow, or even this afternoon.
I am not afraid…there are cats in my house and birds at my feeders.
They are not afraid.
The Lord, knowing the weakness of men, has provided them to me to model their faith that all is as He has ordained it to be.
They live their faith by receiving provision as it comes and napping in between it’s coming.
I watch them fly and I watch them nap and know the wisdom and wonder of God.
By choice, I take my place with these lesser creatures who lack the sophistication and wisdom to be terrified about current events.
By choice, I choose to follow them as they seem to follow God better than I’m able.
All will someday be as well as it was when it was made.
The nations rage, but the cat sleeps in peace.
God is good.
Make your own application…