Easy.

O Lord, how can I fret when you walk with me?
Easy.
My mind is small, confined, tunnel-visioned.
The things of Earth grow strangely bright,
instead of dim.
I envy the lillies, which toil not.
[Hard to imagine a toil-free existence.]
Worry is threaded through my DNA.
Trying to remember a point in life when worries added a single moment to my life.
Easy.
They didn’t.
And yet I cling to it, like an addict.
Just one more hit … like it does me good.
Soloman said, “So refuse to worry, and keep your body healthy.”
Sounds like a relevant goal.
Jesus said,”That is why I tell you not to worry about everyday life.”
Today’s trouble is enough for today.”
So, today.
Today I will choose to breathe surrender.
A daily – no hourly; nay, minutely – decision.
Things above over things below.
Yes to St. Paul, who said, “Don’t worry about anything…tell God what you need, and thank him for all he has done.”
Thank you.
– Mike Atkinson

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One thought on “Easy.

  1. Yeh, I do like it. A lot!

    Honesty. So much more than the usual evangelical you-can-conquer-it-if-you’ll-just-stop-being-such-a-wimp-and-man-up-cuz-don’t-you-know-you’re-a-little-Jesus-now!

    Only a person who understands the wrestling of body and soul can come up with your words, Mike. I’m sort of thinking God was saying as you penned them, “I really dig that guy? He’s proof of my grace, and my confidence in what I won’t stop doing in and through him.”

    Thanks, Mike!

    Like

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