Lord God, I am constantly striving, exhausting myself to maintain an illusion of control over my survival and my comfort. Yet I look outside and see creation resting completely under Your care. Forgive my frantic pace and my quiet unbelief. If You sustain the birds who cannot farm or plan, how much more will You care for me, Your child? Silence my loud anxieties today with the deep realization of how much I am worth to You. Amen.
Matthew 6:26
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?