Trusting Him.

 “Therefore I tell you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat or drink; or about your body, what you will wear. Is not life more than food, and the body more than clothes? 

 Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they? 

 Can any one of you by worrying add a single hour to your life?

(Inspiration for post)

 “And why do you worry about clothes? See how the flowers of the field grow. They do not labor or spin. 

Yet I tell you that not even Solomon in all his splendor was dressed like one of these. 

If that is how God clothes the grass of the field, which is here today and tomorrow is thrown into the fire, will he not much more clothe you—you of little faith? 

So do not worry, saying, ‘What shall we eat?’ or ‘What shall we drink?’ or ‘What shall we wear?’ 

For the pagans run after all these things, and your heavenly Father knows that you need them. 

But seek first his kingdom and his righteousness, and all these things will be given to you as well. 

Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own."

Matthew 6:25-34

Sometimes, it is all I can do to let go. I worry and fret about so many minor details in my life that it often comes close to the border of becoming unhealthy.

How am I going to be able to study for all of these exams?

What am I going to do with my life?

How do I juggle friendships, school, and my walk with the Lord and still be able to offer enough time to everything?

Where am I going to find the time to apply for all of these scholarships for college?

What am I going to eat for lunch today? (Okay, maybe not that much worry.)

Every day, my mind whispers to me, "You can do this by yourself. Quit being weak. Handle it on your own."

Every day, I strive to reply, "Shut up. I can't do this by myself anymore."

Sometimes I am just too stubborn to release my cares. But when I do, the weight of the world is lifted from my shoulders when I pass my fret onto the One who I know is much stronger than I am and will be able to endure anything I toss His way. 

♥, 

Heather