WHO, ME WORRY
Today I was thinking of the sweet, lazy days of my childhood; my bare feet making prints in the dirt and my eyes, heart, and soul filled with the holiness of a lush summer day. I was like the docile fish in our local pond who didn’t know he was a fish or lived in something called water; he only knew to look for food and reproduce. He didn’t know how to worry.
Unlike the fish, I outgrew my little pond of consciousness; those lazy summer days, and the boundaries of my neighborhood. But, today, my conscious neighborhood is the astounding, infinite universe and the only unchanging boundaries I know in it is God who is all things to me and my sufficiency in all things.