“Consider how the lilies grow.  They do not labor or spin . . .”

These words were always my bane.

Worry of not having enough has been my sin.

What motivation! It pushed me to work and to study while in pain.

Thirty years I toiled, drove icy roads.

At times, very stressful, other times rewarding.

How troubled I was by his words.

Would he provide for someone like me without my spinning?

“Consider how the lilies grow.  They do not labor or spin . . .”

Still these words continue to be my bane.

I worry of not having enough surely this is my sin.

No motivation, no longer do I labor every day in pain.

Script is my reward; it comforts me.

Before I told stories, now I write them.

No wealth comes from it, the Lord provides don’t you see.

Only whisperings, provision for living comes from Him.

Luke 12:27