Therefore take no thought of your life... Look at the birds of the air neither sowing nor reaping... (Matthew 6:25-26)
Do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about its own things.
I passed a sapling along one of the pathways I walk sometime just the other day. My, winter is upon us here, and he seemed so small and frail. He was a Spruce of some sort the city had planted. He was very handsome, but my goodness he couldn't have been 4 feet tall.
I stopped to look at him a while. And tried to give him an encouraging word, "Hang in there little guy, you'll be big and strong soon!" But I thought of the time it takes for a spruce to be fully grown, and breathed a sigh.
A slight breeze rustled through his little boughs. The day was very still. And he seemed to smile and say. "Don't worry about me sir. I'm in good hands." I said, "Yes, I know, but I do worry though, you are very small, and seem to have a terribly long way to go."
I could not break the little guy's cheer. He replied, "Trees are very patient you know. We are very still as you might have noticed. We don't move around. We stay where we are planted and trust the processes."
I walked away marveling at his good cheer and faith. He could not be anything more than what he was in the moment. He could not add one thing to his day that had not already been given. He could not be the 60 foot magnificent tree he would become. He could only be the 4 foot sapling he was today.
He could not worry about tomorrow whether it would all work out. What if the winter was too cold and bitter and he was too young to survive? What if winds came and storms beat down and he was too small to stand? What if the rains stopped, the droughts came, the sun beat down, he was forgotten about, and he withered and died? What if pestilence struck, and insects chewed, and nutrients depleted, and .....? No, none of it moved him. He was trusting the processes.
I think about him this morning. I woke up it is 3 below zero outside with 6 inches of fresh snow on the ground. I wonder how he is? Is he still cheerful? I think so. I think He would say. "It is what it is sir. I am who I am. The day is what it is. I'll get there sir. Don't you worry about me. I'm trusting the processes you see. It'll all turn out. You'll see. And sir. Even if doesn't, even if I should die before my time, or lightning strikes, or hail comes and I am never quite the same again. Even then sir I will praise Him. And joy in who He created to me to be."
You know. I think he just will. Maybe we should too.
Though the fig tree may not blossom, nor fruit be on the vines; Though the labor of the olive may fail, And the fields yield no food; Though the flock may be cut off from the fold, and there be no herd in the stalls - Yet I will rejoice in the Lord, I will joy in the God of my salvation. The Lord God is my strength; He will make my feet like deer's feet, and He will make me walk on the high hills.
(Habakkuk 3:17-19)
Do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about its own things.
(Matthew 6:34)
I passed a sapling along one of the pathways I walk sometime just the other day. My, winter is upon us here, and he seemed so small and frail. He was a Spruce of some sort the city had planted. He was very handsome, but my goodness he couldn't have been 4 feet tall.
I stopped to look at him a while. And tried to give him an encouraging word, "Hang in there little guy, you'll be big and strong soon!" But I thought of the time it takes for a spruce to be fully grown, and breathed a sigh.
A slight breeze rustled through his little boughs. The day was very still. And he seemed to smile and say. "Don't worry about me sir. I'm in good hands." I said, "Yes, I know, but I do worry though, you are very small, and seem to have a terribly long way to go."
I could not break the little guy's cheer. He replied, "Trees are very patient you know. We are very still as you might have noticed. We don't move around. We stay where we are planted and trust the processes."
I walked away marveling at his good cheer and faith. He could not be anything more than what he was in the moment. He could not add one thing to his day that had not already been given. He could not be the 60 foot magnificent tree he would become. He could only be the 4 foot sapling he was today.
He could not worry about tomorrow whether it would all work out. What if the winter was too cold and bitter and he was too young to survive? What if winds came and storms beat down and he was too small to stand? What if the rains stopped, the droughts came, the sun beat down, he was forgotten about, and he withered and died? What if pestilence struck, and insects chewed, and nutrients depleted, and .....? No, none of it moved him. He was trusting the processes.
I think about him this morning. I woke up it is 3 below zero outside with 6 inches of fresh snow on the ground. I wonder how he is? Is he still cheerful? I think so. I think He would say. "It is what it is sir. I am who I am. The day is what it is. I'll get there sir. Don't you worry about me. I'm trusting the processes you see. It'll all turn out. You'll see. And sir. Even if doesn't, even if I should die before my time, or lightning strikes, or hail comes and I am never quite the same again. Even then sir I will praise Him. And joy in who He created to me to be."
You know. I think he just will. Maybe we should too.
Though the fig tree may not blossom, nor fruit be on the vines; Though the labor of the olive may fail, And the fields yield no food; Though the flock may be cut off from the fold, and there be no herd in the stalls - Yet I will rejoice in the Lord, I will joy in the God of my salvation. The Lord God is my strength; He will make my feet like deer's feet, and He will make me walk on the high hills.
(Habakkuk 3:17-19)