Letter #18

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Dearest One,

Have I been a warrior, even once in my life? I always thought that I had a faith that no one can destroy, ever since I came to you.

You taught me not to worry. And I thought I never worry. Not until when I became ill. I always wonder... Where did that warrior go?

There's no warrior. There's just a lady stripped out of the armor she's wearing. And vulnerable she was, helpless, and weak. I looked at the mirror and tell myself that I am strong. But I am not.

I started to worry about everything. I started to worry about my career. Worry about my own life. I started to become negative on all things, regretted all decisions.

I got tired, and I resigned. I almost lost my mind from the anxiety that I felt. My friends kept urging me to carry on, praying for me nonstop. I broke down once again.

"If only", " what if"... Everything before my eyes seem to cease living.

You taught me not to worry. But you didn't teach me to rely on my own strength. You wanted me to not worry, and trust in you completely. To seek your will nonstop. To let you lead my life smoothly.

I learned that now. And I learned that in a hard way.


~O~O~O~

"Therefore I tell you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat or drink; or about your body, what you will wear. Is not life more important than food, and the body more important than clothes?

Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they?

Who of you by worrying can add a single hour to his life?

"And why do you worry about clothes? See how the lilies of the field grow. They do not labor or spin.

Yet I tell you that not even Solomon in all his splendor was dressed like one of these.

If that is how God clothes the grass of the field, which is here today and tomorrow is thrown into the fire, will he not much more clothe you, O you of little faith?

So do not worry, saying, 'What shall we eat?' or 'What shall we drink?' or 'What shall we wear?'

For the pagans run after all these things, and your heavenly Father knows that you need them.

But seek first his kingdom and his righteousness, and all these things will be given to you as well.

Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own."

Matthew 6:25-34

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