Lord, You have created all things, all people, all life–and I’m worried about where I’m going to live. You sustain all things, all people, all life–and I worry about how we’ll pay our bills now and in the near future. You spoke life into being and uphold it with Your strong right hand–and I worry about whether my house will sell. You created new life in me when I was dead in sin; You sustain that new life every day by bringing me more into Your likeness, promising that Your plan for me in all my weakness is good–and I am foolish enough to wonder if I could come up with a better plan. Oh, Lord, how patient and loving You are with Your silly little child. Forgive my foolish, selfish, worrying heart. I rest in that awesome right hand today.