I have these worries and these doubts
That grow within my mind.Like little weeds, they spread their roots
Until they’re intertwined
So deeply they can’t be pulled out.
They grow til there’s no room,
So it’s a good thing God loves me
Enough to make them bloom.
Luke 12:27
“Consider how the wild flowers grow. They do not labor or spin. Yet I tell you, not even Solomon in all his splendor was dressed like one of these.
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