Consider how the flowers grow; they do not work or spin. Yet I tell you, not even Solomon in all his glory was clothed like one of these! (Luke 12:27)
I am not a paper-thin flower swaying at the slightest breeze. I will not bloom for a lunar cycle only to molder in decay.
People are like a vapor, their days like a shadow that disappears. (Psalms 144:4)
I am not a vapor, a mist that wafts above the field when droplets form in a chance gathering. I will not swirl off to oblivion at the first shift in weather, without name or future.
Do not be afraid, you worm Jacob, little Israel, do not fear, for I myself will help you,” declares the Lord, your Redeemer, the Holy One of Israel. (Isaiah 41:14) (NIV)
I am not a worm writhing underground, blind to the whole of life above me. I will not temp every bird, mole, and fish to make their next meal from me.
I am not a flower, vapor, or worm. I am a child of God. I’m adopted into his holy family, an elevated, eternal being. Co-ownership of all he possesses is bequeathed to me.
Because of who my Father is, fear is not my master. Rather, it bows to me. I breathe that I might never give in to such enemies of Christ—fear, hate, lies, and death.
My Creator planned my existence before the stars were born. I am his dream incarnated.
Prayer: Father of mine, may I stand tall beside you.