I saw these birds at the T stop on Sunday, and it struck me as strange that they would be out in the middle of a snowstorm. It reminded me of Matthew 6, which has always been a powerful passage, but never more so than now. I'm feeling pretty worried these days, and at times very helpless, which I suspect is exactly where I'm supposed to be.

²⁶"Look at the birds of the air, that they do not sow, nor reap nor gather into barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not worth much more than they?

²⁷"And who of you by being worried can add a single hour to his life?

²⁸"And why are you worried about clothing? Observe how the lilies of the field grow; they do not toil nor do they spin,

²⁹yet I say to you that not even Solomon in all his glory clothed himself like one of these.

³⁰"But if God so clothes the grass of the field, which is alive today and tomorrow is thrown into the furnace, will He not much more clothe you? You of little faith!

³¹"Do not worry then, saying, 'What will we eat?' or 'What will we drink?' or 'What will we wear for clothing?'

³²"For the Gentiles eagerly seek all these things; for your heavenly Father knows that you need all these things.

³³"But seek first His kingdom and His righteousness, and all these things will be added to you.

³⁴"So do not worry about tomorrow; for tomorrow will care for itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own.