Worry is kind of like an old smelly wet sponge.
I don't know where I came up with that.
I just think both of them stink.
And you just gotta toss 'em.
But I've been holding onto mine today.
A little too long.
I'm ready to let it go
Faith is like a little child.
It is free of every care.
It throws it's arms in the air
And leaps and twirls with abandon
like Lil Man...
right into the waiting arms of our Father.
Because faith knows he hears our prayers.
And he answers every one.
I opened my Bible for the third time today, desperately needing my Jesus to speak to me. This verse leapt out at me,
"As pressure and stress bear down on me, I find joy in your commands." Psalm 119:143
And what is the Lord's command concerning worry? It is this:
"Do not be anxious about anything, but in everything, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God. And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus." Philippians 4: 5-7Thank you, my dear Jesus, thank you.