When something bad has happened to you, or someone you know, there is a tendency to begin thinking more about each step you take.
Could it happen to me? Could it happen to me again?
Well, yes. It could.
For years, (30 to be exact), this dependable, responsible, efficient writer thought, “But there is so much to take care of. How do I not think about it and…worry?”
It took the deepest pain of life – the loss of a child – to show me I didn’t have to worry. That’s because the only one who can sufficiently lead you through the valley of the shadow of death, is God.
Because I made it through, knowing how I made it through, I realized just how little control we have.
My options were:
a) mistrust (leading to unrest, discontent, and bitterness)
b) trust (leading to peace, contentment, and joy)
You can’t have the latter unless you trust that someone is looking over things.
So now, I get it:
Look at the birds. They don’t plant or harvest or store food in barns, for your heavenly Father feeds them. And aren’t you far more valuable to him than they are?