I have a Father who tells me that I shouldn’t worry about what I will eat and what I will drink and what I will wear. He tells me that it is unbelievers who worry about such. Why? My Father, who takes care of the lilies of the field and of the birds of the air, He will provide for me. I am precious to Him, of more value than many sparrows. He considers me precious. I don’t have to worry. He’s got me covered