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No Worry Anymore

I don’t want to worry anymore.


Don’t want to fear
the phone call,
the bill, arriving unexpected
by mail,
the month left
at the end
of the money,
the unseen predator,
the crisis not mine,
but mine to fix
or forever wonder
if my two mites
could have made the difference
after all, at last,
the natural disaster,
the unnatural disaster
caused by consequences
unintended,
unforeseen.


I don’t want to worry
about any
thing, any
more.


And so, I give all
of this worry unworthy
to You
Who sees only and all real
threats to me coming,
no surprise,
no problem,
only gracious provision
preprepared.

* * *

I wrote this post for the Five-Minute Friday Link-Up. Click here to read other writers' posts on today's prompt: anymore.

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  1. Great-Granny GrandmaMay 30, 2025 at 6:35 PM

    Love this, and the reminder to give it all to the Lord.
    It's what I have been trying to do.

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  2. dawnJune 5, 2025 at 6:08 AM

    It is the only way. Yet worry we do and we stress ourselves needlessly in our pride. Jesus tells us over and over NOT to worry, but to trust Him in ALL things.

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