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So Why Do I Worry?

I remember laying on my twin sized bed in my college apartment, in tears, wondering how I would be able to afford a wedding dress to get married in. 

I honestly thought I might not be able to have a wedding dress.

Of course I got married in this amazingly beautiful dress that was super unique and completely me, unlike the other 5000 dresses I looked at and disliked. And I found it about 60% off, and it fit me like a glove, other than needing to be taken up, as it was a little too long.



I had a song, which is written about my favourite passage of scripture, played at our wedding by my wonderfully talented brother, because of how I doubt God sometimes, and how silly that is, because I've always been provided for in ways that from time to time have blown my mind. I wanted that song to be our theme song for our marriage, and the first year of our marriage proved that it was.

I look out the window the birds are composing  
Not a note is out of tune or out of place 
I walk to the meadow and stare at the flowers 
Better dressed than any girl on her wedding day 
So why do I worry?  
Why do I freak out? 
God knows what I need 
You know what I need
To this day I'm amazed at how the Lord always provides, and how I am ALWAYS thinking I will have to go without.

I remember when I was about 3 months away from having Ellie, being so scared that I wouldn't have a car-seat to bring her home from the hospital in. My sister told me that there is only 3 things that are absolutely essential for a new-born: car seat, diapers, and a few essential clothing items. I had the clothes, but no diapers, and no car seat.

About a month before Ellie was born, I received an email from a few friends in Texas who had decided that they wanted to go in together for a large essential item, and wondered if I had a travel system: car-seat and stroller combo. In tears I responded that the travel system was exactly what I needed, and thanked them profusely. It arrived a few short weeks before Ellie was born.



The cloth diapers arrived in the mail around the same time, from my amazing sister.

And I was given so many brand-new beautiful clothes at Ellie's shower, and so many hand-me downs.

The three essential items were covered, amongst many non-essentials, and I never had anything to be worried about.

I am so thankful that I serve a Sovereign God who knows my every need, and has met my every need time and time again.

I've been given so much by grace. Its good to remember.


“Therefore I tell you, do not be anxious about your life, what you will eat or what you will drink, nor about your body, what you will put on. Is not life more than food, and the body more than clothing? Look at the birds of the air: they neither sow nor reap nor gather into barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not of more value than they? And which of you by being anxious can add a single hour to his span of life? And why are you anxious about clothing? Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow: they neither toil nor spin, yet I tell you, even Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these. But if God so clothes the grass of the field, which today is alive and tomorrow is thrown into the oven, will he not much more clothe you, O you of little faith? Therefore do not be anxious, saying, ‘What shall we eat?’ or ‘What shall we drink?’ or ‘What shall we wear?’ For the Gentiles seek after all these things, and your heavenly Father knows that you need them all. But seek first the kingdom of God and his righteousness, and all these things will be added to you.
“Therefore do not be anxious about tomorrow, for tomorrow will be anxious for itself. Sufficient for the day is its own trouble.
(Matthew 6:25-34 ESV)

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