I gather worries faster than Lucy and Ethel grabbed chocolates. As fast as my little fists can fly I grab at any little concern that comes down the line. When my hands are full, I stuff them (the worries) in my pockets (hate to run out!). It’s an instinctive reaction. Yet I know that it isn’t necessary. I know that I can let those little worries just pass on by; that God is waiting beyond me to gather them up and take care of them in his own loving way. He doesn’t need my help. My job is to simply trust Him to do it.
I think I need to grab that second cup of coffee and begin to empty my pockets.