About three years ago when we first moved into our house in Kilgore we found a little note.
After we had signed our mortgage, we went over to clean and paint the inside of the house. While cleaning we found an aged handwritten note above the cabinets in the kitchen. It made us smile, but we threw it away.
Months later, while doing daily chores and cleaning, that note we thought had been thrown in the trash, found it’s way into a drawer on the entertainment center. Needless to say, it was thrown away several more times and was found once again this week in a different location.
The note we found is a handwritten reminder to not worry from the book of Matthew, chapter six.
“25 “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 than food, and the body more than clothes? 26 Look 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? 27 Can anyone of you by worrying add a single hour to your life? 28 “And why do you worry about clothes? See how the flowers of the field grow. They do not labor or spin. 29 Yet I tell you that not even Solomon in all his splendor was dressed like one of these. 30 If 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—you of little faith? 31 So do not worry, saying, ‘What shall we eat?’ or ‘What shall we drink?’ or ‘What shall we wear?’ 32 For the pagans run after all these things, and your heavenly Father knows that you need them. 33 But seek first his kingdom and his righteousness, and all these things will be given to you as well. 34 Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own.”
This time, instead of in the trash, I am putting the note in a frame and keeping it. It has been a constant reminder for the last three years that I, nor we, should worry about anything and it can’t be any truer for the times we are living in today. No, I am not a minister. No, I am not perfect. And no I don’t judge others, because it isn’t my place. But I do know, that God loves each and every one of us. I am just glad that I can share these happy things with you all. It’s a smidge of light in this dark tunnel, but there is an end to it. We will survive.
I am thankful for his constant reminder that I don’t need to worry about anything. This little tattered piece of paper, that was left behind from those inhabitants of this house before us, has provided me with a constant reminder that we are loved and taken care of. HE will feed me. HE will clothe me. HE will provide for me. HE will heal me when I am sick. Won’t he do it? HE SAID HE WOULD! Tomorrow will worry about itself.
Ben Marmolejo-Najera is the graphic designer for The Henderson News. His email is firstname.lastname@example.org. © 2019, Henderson Newspapers Inc.