Monday, April 29, 2013

Talk to me, Abba

We were driving out toward east Texas on my birthday last week and I happened upon a verse on my drive that changed the way my whole trip would go. That verse would be on replay throughout our drive.  

"It is God who clothes the wild grass." 
Matthew 6:30

You know the section where we are told not to be anxious because God cares for the lilies of the field. It goes on to remind us that God cares greatly for simple grass. Of course, He will care for us. I know that He hears my desperate plea. Every flower and stalk of grass remind me.

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