A Poem.
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It may be okay.
I mean, it might work out
if I don’t think of myself quite so much.
There might be a moment
of uncertainty.
But is it necessary to know
all the things?
Can’t I choose to trust?
Can’t I choose to believe:
He’s the Designer, the Orchestrator,
not me?
Can’t I remember: it doesn’t help
my situation in the least
to think more?
(maybe I should call it worry.)
I suppose less is only “more”
if I choose whole-hearted confidence
in Him.
and, then, It really might be okay.
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Luke 12:6-7 : Are not five sparrows sold for two pennies? And not one of them is forgotten before God. Why, even the hairs of your head are all numbered. Fear not; you are of more value than many sparrows.
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I went to the lovely Chester Frost Park tonight with my youngest. She likes to swing, and I like to watch the sunset. Let me tell you, it did not disappoint. It only reminded me that all of my hope really is in Him.
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