Birds don't worry every day like I do. Singing their little tunes, they go out each and every day and catch their food. They do not store; they do not worry about what tomorrow brings, for the big man upstairs takes care of them all the same.
I should learn a lesson from those little pip squeaks. For who of us, by worrying, can add a single hour to our lives?
Just a thought.
Well it was a great thought. :)
ReplyDeleteworrying is a waste ... good thought!
ReplyDeleteHi there...you posted a comment on one of my posts and when people I don't know comment on my blog, I'm always curious of how they found me =) And I think that's a really great paraphrase of Matthew 6:25-27
ReplyDeletenice picking up on that, kelli. One of my fave verses :)
ReplyDeleteI found your blog kinda by chance, just searching around...