listen to the birds

This afternoon I sat under a big, beautiful tree. It was an old tree. I could tell by its height and strong trunk. But it was a very lovely tree, as it's branches intertwined in such an interesting way, so that the sunlight peeked through and kissed my skin warmly. I was enjoying the bliss of it all, thinking about the Majestic Creator who was the Architect of the grand trunk and Designer of the twisting branches. He even tastefully decorated it with green leaves. He even gave me the senses to take it all in.

He didn't have to do that, as my professor reminded me in class today, but He did. And it causes me to praise Him all the more!

Now as I was sitting there, certain concerns sought to tiptoe into the back of my brain. There I was, enjoying moments of pure delight, and Worry the Weasel (as I have so named him) was threatening to ruin those moments. How dare he? He brought with him fear and reminded me of the question marks dotting my looming future. In just a matter of seconds, he distracted me from the Creator that moments earlier I was praising and enjoying.

And then, as it was raining leaves around me, it was like the Lord cued the birds to start chirping. It was His way of reminding me not to worry, Angela, not to worry. Jesus said, "Look at the birds of the air, that they do not sow, nor reap nor gather into barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not worth much more than they?"

And that was the end of Worry the Weasel. Thank you Lord!