Take … No Thought for the Morrow

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All one's anxiety cannot add a cubit to the stature, and how much there is in this way for which we are absolutely dependent on the will of Another. Why not then leave all things to Him, to whom we have to leave so much? The weakness of a man's faith is the only really sorrowful weakness after all. And here the Lord appeals to us, whether those who know God are to find His presence with them count for anything or not. The Gentiles away from God, seek after these things as His people do; but we have a Father in heaven who knows our need. We have but to set the heart on His things, and let Him take the burden of ours. Seeking first His kingdom and righteousness, all these things shall be added to us.
Finally, He gives us a limit for care, which by itself would very much exclude it. How much of the burden that we carry belongs really to the morrow—a burden not yet legitimately ours, for who can really tell what shall be on the morrow? Each day will have its own sufficient evil—not too much, for a careful hand has apportioned it; but by borrowing trouble not yet come, we not only necessarily make the burden of the day too heavy, but we cannot reckon upon divine grace for that which is not come, and bear it thus far without assistance. Nay, we have lost Him from our thoughts in all this calculation of the unknown future which is in His hands. How often has love in the most undreamed-of way disappointed all our fears!