I don't know how I'm going to pay for groceries, car repairs, back-to-school supplies for my daughter, and my mortgage. There's simply not enough money to go around. Now, I could go all Saint Peter or Paul and say that God will provide. You know, all that stuff about the birds or the air never having to worry about where their next meal is coming from. Yesterday, however, a bird fell out of a pine tree by my dad's house. It looked like it had been torn apart by a cat or crow. That didn't give me much confidence in God's providence.
So, Marty will be retaining his title as the patron saint of worriers. Hallelujah.
|Lord, don't let a crow get me today...|