See this little guy’s footprints? He hopped up the snowy steps and onto my porch this morning. It was pretty cold out, and the world seems encased in ice. What does this poor little bird eat? He hasn’t planted a garden. He has no grocery store. I don’t understand where he finds shelter, or what he does when the wind blows bitterly. I worry about these little ones.
There are so many of them, and only one of me. I can’t solve their problems, I can’t control their world.
But anxiety about the little vulnerable ones doesn’t help me. Anxiety won’t add one minute to my life, or theirs.
I have to trust.
Trust that the One who made the exquisite little feet that left these footprints will also love them enough to care for them.
Yet I still worry.
Have you ever seen anyone clothed as beautifully as this Lily? She is regal, silken, glorious and pure. Her aroma fills my garden, attracting butterflies from miles around.
But she doesn’t shop. Not even on Black Friday. Yet here she is, the most beautifully arrayed of all.
I need to consider the little sparrow and the lily the next time I start to worry about things I cannot change or control.
I have to trust in the One who created the little ones…I need to let go, and trust in His love for us.