Don’t Worry
“No one can serve two masters; for either he will hate the one and love the other, or else he will be loyal to the one and despise the other. You cannot serve God and mammon. Mat 6:25
“Therefore I say to you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat or what you will drink; nor about your body, what you will put on. Is not life more than food and the body more than clothing? Mat 6:26
“Look at the birds of the air, for they neither sow nor reap nor gather into barns; yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not of more value than they? Mat 6:27
“Which of you by worrying can add one cubit to his stature? Mat 6:28
“So why do you worry about clothing? Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow: they neither toil nor spin; Mat 6:29
“and yet I say to you that even Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these. Mat 6:30
“Now if God so clothes the grass of the field, which today is, and tomorrow is thrown into the oven, will He not much more clothe you, O you of little faith? Mat 6:31
“Therefore do not worry, saying, ‘What shall we eat?’ or ‘What shall we drink?’ or ‘What shall we wear?’ Mat 6:32
“For after all these things the Gentiles seek. For your heavenly Father knows that you need all these things. Mat 6:33
“But seek first the kingdom of God and His righteousness, and all these things shall be added to you. Mat 6:34
“Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about its own things. Sufficient for the day is its own trouble. (NKJV)
This is a bit of brotherly advice to those who are in the process of making the big move toward the agrarian homestead life. Read these verses every day. Print them out and post them on the barn door, the house door, on the wall across from the toilet. If you are by nature (like myself) a worrier, the homestead life will not be a very pleasant life. It is very important to not only read these verses but to Believe them. These words of our Lord should be a great comfort to His saints. There will be plenty of times in your journey were things will look impossible. You won’t have any idea what you are going to do to get by. You will face drought, flood, weeds, predators, rain, wind, heat and snow. Your pockets will at times be empty, with expences that must be paid. If you do not believe the words of the Lord, you will not last a season. This was a long hard lesson for me to learn. I still worry from time to time, don’t get me wrong, but I’m a heck of a lot better than when I was first baptised into the community of the saints. If you want to enjoy the blessing of the biblical agrarian life, you must by all means live by faith. It is my prayer that we all will continue to grow in grace, and learn to trust God in all things.
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August 27th, 2007 at 1:06 pm
Thank you, these are beautiful verses. It is comforting to read them.
August 27th, 2007 at 7:59 pm
Thanks Scott. Hey! Did you write this post for me? :o) These are the very same words that Pastor Tom and Jeff Klute re-assure me with when we talk on the phone.
By the way. My wife enjoys Leah’s blog. She doesn’t do much writting on blogs, but really does enjoy them. That’s how she is… She will be very quite until she gets to know the other person and then will join in the conversation. You guys keep it up, as I knwo you are great blessings to many!
August 28th, 2007 at 6:20 am
“It is my prayer that we all will continue to grow in grace, and learn to trust God in all things.”
Amen and Amen, brother…thank you, Scott.
August 28th, 2007 at 10:44 am
Well said! I need to read posts like this! Thanks!
August 29th, 2007 at 4:43 am
I so needed to hear this today… to be reminded of the goodness of our Lord, and to hold to the promises that He always keeps.
Annie Flint, wonderful poet with an inspiring life story, once said she lived from hand to mouth… God’s hand to her mouth, and His hand was never empty. Wow.
Shalom,
Carla Lynne