Worry is poison. It spoils your life. And it is a pesky little racal because it can come in all seasons. You can worry when you don’t have two nickels to rub together. And that might seem like a natural time to do so. But you can also worry when God opens up the windows of heaven and pours you out a blessing. After all, where are you going to put it? And how are you going to keep the bad guys from taking it?

The key is to see that worry doesn’t die by peering into the future and seeing how things will play out. But worry dies when we walk by faith not by our eyeballs. Paul did not know what each new city held exactly. Abraham didn’t know what Canaan’s land looked like but he knew God said to go. When that Word from God becomes enough, generosity flows, industry flows, kingdoms are built, children are raised in the way they should go. So cast all of those cares before the Lord as you kneel and when you stand, don’t pick them up.