Worry and stress are not hard for us, God,
we do them without thinking.
There is always the potential of threat
to our security,
and we foolishly think that we could silence the fear
if we just had enough money,
enough stored away for a rainy day.
It’s never enough, though;
the voice of our fear will not be dismissed so easily.
But, in the small, silent places within us is another voice;
one that beckons us into the foolishness of faith,
that points our gaze to the birds and the flowers,
that, in unguarded moments, lets our muscles relax,
and our hearts lean into loved ones;
In unexpected whispers we hear it,
calling us to remember your promises,
And, suddenly, we discover
that it is enough.