Sunday, June 24, 2012


When I worry.
When I become anxious.
I remember.

 "How precious to me are your thoughts, O God!
How vast is the sum of them!
If I would count them, they are more than the sand.
I am awake, and I am still with you."
Psalm 139:17-18


1 comment:

  1. HIS precious thoughts keep me moving on when I want to do the ostrich aspect and just bury my head under the sand. Good reminder!