reflections on the pond

There’s a thin coat of ice on the pond this morning. As the winds blow the coldness over the landscape, the goldfish have settled to the bottom into a comfortable state of slumber. The waters provide protection for them during the cold winter. The days of summer are but a memory of watching their playful antics and graceful dances. Until the season of rebirth, their striking gold flecks are hidden from my sight. But, the sun will once again shine warmly, and its brilliant rays will touch the sleepy little fish and gently urge them into the light. God cares for my two little fish. Oh, how He cares so much more for me.

26 Behold the fowls of the air: for they sow not, neither do they reap, nor gather into barns; yet your heavenly Father feedeth them. Are ye not much better than they? 27 Which of you by taking thought can add one cubit unto his stature? 28 And why take ye thought for raiment? Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow; they toil not, neither do they spin: 29 And yet I say unto you, That even Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these. 30 Wherefore, if God so clothe the grass of the field, which to day is, and to morrow is cast into the oven, shall he not much more clothe you, O ye of little faith? 31 Therefore take no thought, saying, What shall we eat? or, What shall we drink? or, Wherewithal shall we be clothed?
Matthew 6:26 – 31 (KJV)