“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?” (Philippians 4:6-7) 

Meditating on the intrinsic nature of worry in the human heart and mind brings me back to the same scriptural truths without fail. Each new sunrise presents an opportunity to either trust or be troubled, and I must admit, I’m still so proficient at the latter. I like to eat the same breakfast every morning. As I piled my bowl high this morning with all my favorite things and acknowledged how He provided them yet again this week, I was reminded how often I worry about my Father providing for even my most basic needs. After all He’s done for me—all the mountains He’s moved with ease and seas He’s gladly parted—realizing how little I trust Him at times plucks my heart strings in a way that elicits a deep ache within me.

My Father, the One Who holds in His hand all that we are able to behold with the naked eye and things not conceivable to our finite minds, is able to do more than simply provide the means to gather my weekly groceries. He is able to fix my heart, my wrong attitudes, my poor spiritual vision, and my lack of understanding of who He is. He is able to tear down strongholds and break curses in the lives of myself, my spouse, my children, and future generations for our good and His glory. He is able to deliver, restore, and redeem.

He is able to deliver, restore, and redeem.

He is able to heal and make whole what’s been long shattered. He is able to make rivers in dry deserts and bring forth water from the Rock. He is able to prolong our years and cause the sun to stand still in the sky. He is able to cause my enemy to be at peace with me and train my hands for war and my fingers for battle. He is able to carve His Truth into my very heart with His hand and make intercession by His Spirit to pray for me when I don’t know how.

He keeps a running tally of the number of hairs on my head and my tears in a bottle. He keeps the storehouses of hail and routes the lightning. He calms the seas with His voice and my weary heart too.

The fact that I can know all this and still get caught up in worry about fleeting things as often as I do leaves me shame-faced with a broken and contrite heart. If He knows how to fill my belly, He can certainly properly nourish my heart, mind, soul, and spirit too. Surely, Romans 3:11 is true of me when it says, “There is none that understands, there is none that seek after God.” I still have to wake up daily and discover His goodness all over again because, by our carnal nature, we suffer spiritual amnesia in our sleep each night about all that He’s delivered us through and protected us from.

Father, forgive me. Help me turn from the worry that You assure me is so futile. Help me to seek You, Your kingdom, and Your righteousness first and always, knowing beyond a shadow of a doubt that all I need will be added to me through Your perfect manifold wisdom and sovereignty because You care for me.

“Til your old age I will be the same – I will carry you until your hair is white. I have made you and I will bear you; yes, I will carry and save you.” (Isaiah 46:4) 

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