“Therefore I tell you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat or drink; or about your body, what you will wear. Is not life more important than food, and the body more important than clothes? 26Look 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? 27Who of you by worrying can add a single hour to his life?
28“And why do you worry about clothes? See how the lilies of the field grow. They do not labor or spin. 29Yet I tell you that not even Solomon in all his splendor was dressed like one of these. 30If that is how God clothes the grass of the field, which is here today and tomorrow is thrown into the fire, will he not much more clothe you, O you of little faith? 31So do not worry, saying, ‘What shall we eat?’ or ‘What shall we drink?’ or ‘What shall we wear?’ 32For the pagans run after all these things, and your heavenly Father knows that you need them. 33But seek first his kingdom and his righteousness, and all these things will be given to you as well. 34Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own.”
I stand in the middle of the blueberry bushes and I look around at all the tiny blue bundles of delicious goodness, and I am in total awe of God’s generosity. Miles upon miles of blueberry bushes – each one full to the brim, there for the taking by whatever animal or human comes to feast.
No matter how many berries I pick, no matter how many birds or bears enjoy them as their next meal, there will always be more. There is no need to worry about not having enough, no need to fight over who gets what, there is more than plenty for all. Such is the generosity of God.
If only we could see it. If only we stopped worrying about His provision. If only we trusted Him just a little more.
May I be like a lily in the field – in the blueberry field – and know that tomorrow is taken care of before I even open my eyes. Any worrying that I do is unnecessary and fruitless.
For I am loved by a mighty, generous God.
Written while camping at Halfway Lake in Northern Ontario