While at my desk I glanced out at my beautiful hanging basket of pink petunias which were drooping badly, so I went outside to water them. Then I noticed that I seemed to be worrying about an issue that I had been praying about. As I prayed I thought of how I refuse to pray AND worry. I will do one or the other and it is always “pray”.
Beginning with God and His greatness and Love, soon I released the fear that was trying to creep in. After several phone calls from people needing prayer work and taking the thought off of myself, my spirit soon lifted and joy was felt. I glanced out the window and the flowers had perked up and were again beautiful. I had given them nourishment and released them. The same thing had happened to me. My soul was being nourished by my unselfish prayers and I had released all worries to God. The battle is always His.
Song of Solomon 2:13 states “The fig tree forms its early fruit; the blossoming vines spread their fragrance. Arise, come, my darling; my beautiful one, come with me.” I soon related to this totally.