Let me not worry, the birds and lilies teach me better. God spreads a table for the sparrows, and clothes the wayside anemones with their exquisite beauty. And I am dearer to Him by far. I, who am made in His image, and for whom His Son has died, and whom He means to dwell with Him in His Heaven, I occupy a larger place in His heart of hearts.
Let me not worry, it serves no good purpose to fret and worry. I cannot, with all my solicitude, add a cubit either to my stature or to my age. Anxiousness will only plunge me into mental distress and annoyance and sorrow, without bringing me any compensating advantage whatever. It knows how to wound; but ah! it does not know how to heal.
Let me not worry, a child should have more confidence in his father's wisdom and watchfulness and love. It may be excusable for worldly men and women to worry but not a son in the royal and wealthy family of the King of kings!
There is no justification for him if he goes worried and burdened during the day and lies down to hours of sleeplessness at night.
[Alexander Smellie]
Matthew 6:26 ... Behold the fowls of the air: for they sow not, neither do they reap, nor gather into barns; yet your heavenly Father feedeth them. Are ye not much better than they?
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