“Don’t worry about your life, what you will eat or drink, or about your body, what you will wear. Is not life more important than food, and the body more important than clothes? Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they? Who can add a single hour to his life by worrying? … Seek the kingdom of God, above all else, and live righteously, and he will give you everything you need. Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will take care of itself.”(A loose paraphrase of Matthew 6)
My child, you’re learning to rest and so you’re doing better.
Remember not to fuss over trivial and unimportant matters.
I still feed the sparrows and I am still watching over you.
I am pleased when you share your home
and your time with Me and others.
People, not material possessions, are important.
You are My beloved child. Follow me closely.
When you learn, each day, the joys of setting time apart for me,
obedience in even little things comes more easily.
Love is expressed in small, quiet ways more consistently
than in a lavish, one-time moment.
Although I have seen God take care of so many details throughout my life and how generous He is, I still find I fuss about many unimportant things. I do think it is a journey to recognize how to put Him first each day and I am only beginning to realize how to let go of the unimportant.
I learned when I was young to trust that God would provide. At age 11, we could legally baby-sit and the going rate was about twenty-five cents an hour. Our church had taken pledges for the Bible College in Peterborough, Ontario and I had pledged $10.00 per year. You can probably imagine how long it took to pay that contribution the first year. My father took the saved money and he made out a check. I put it in an envelope and went down to the post office late in the afternoon. That evening a young father called and wondered if I would be interested in looking after their three children during Easter break so his wife could have a holiday. He offered to pay me $20.00!! It was a very enjoyable and delightful week of my childhood.
Later in life I prayed for God’s joy to flood my being. On a Saturday morning about ten o’clock there was a knock at the door and a stranger was holding a brown paper bag. She said God had told her to bring a gift to me. Inside was a small plaque which read “Joy is the presence of the Lord.” I definitely felt His presence in my life and tears flooded my eyes as I thought of my wonderful Lord who cared so much about sparrows and young women that He would send a person to my door to remind me He cares!