There was the story of a guy who decided to quit worrying. When a friend noticed how relaxed he looked and asked what he’d done, he said, ‘It’s simple; I just hired a guy to do my worrying for me.’ Asked how much that cost, he replied, ‘£10,000 a month.’ ‘Where will you get the money?’ his stressed friend asked. He replied coolly, that’s his worry, not mine!’ Only God knows how many people have worried themselves to death. If you are yet to discover the secret of worry free life, I’ll let you into it:

Don’t fuss about what’s on the table at mealtimes or whether the clothes in your closet are in fashion. There is far more to your life than the food you put in your stomach, more to your outer appearance than the clothes you hang on your body. Look at the birds, free and unfettered, not tied down to a job description, careless in the care of God. And you count far more to him than birds.

Tell me, has anyone by fussing in front of the mirror ever gotten taller by so much as an inch? All this time and money wasted on fashion—do you think it makes that much difference? Instead of looking at the fashions, walk out into the fields and look at the wildflowers. They never primp or shop, but have you ever seen colour and design quite like it?

If God gives such attention to the appearance of wildflowers—most of which are never even seen—don’t you think he’ll attend to you, take pride in you, do his best for you? What I’m trying to do here is to get you to chill and relax or in short, CHILLAX, stop worrying yourself sick.