I’m a Christian so I’m not worried. This weight on my shoulders is “godly concern” “a Christian burden for world suffering” “desire for my loved ones to have a good future” Or perhaps they are nicer sounding words for ‘worry.’ But then the world is burning, or drowning and how will I afford to eat or heat with food and fuel prices sky-rocketing. And what of sickness and frailty? The NHS is broken, how can I care for loved ones? What of the depressed and desperate? What of wars? Some problems are unfixable even with riches. What can I do but worry? Oh Lord This mind that tries to fathom mysteries This heart that wants to fix all pain This desire to control or at least see the future - prophetically, of course! All these things vie with simple trust. Help me trust like a child, knowing their loving parent has the answers and will fix all things when the time is right. Like a child who does not fret about past or future but plays, lives and loves in the moment. Your words “consider the lilies…” echo across the world past stoppered ears who prefer cash in hand to trusting your bounty. Be still, my frantic mind. Teach me to breath slow to live in the moment and set my mind on you. that the promised gift of Peace may come.