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Consider a Bundle of Birdies

By Courtney Kendrick

The point of this post is to tell you not to worry.

Don’t worry about ___________. (Fill in the blank!)

Because it will all work out. I know, because it always does. I mean it always does. Even when—especially when– it doesn’t look like it’s going to.

It did today.

I was woken up rather early. Someone called me at like a quarter to eight. Did you hear me? I said “Someone called me at like a quarter to eight.” Not even the birds are awake at such an ungodly hour and I am sorry if you think I profane.

Though I pretended like I was pleasantly awake, “Oh hello!” I cheerfully answered, like I had just gone for a morning jog which you would never see me do unless it involved hell and freezing and over.

But no matter how hard we think we are fooling the person on the other end of such a phone call, they always know you are half-asleep. And then the apologies, “Were you sleeping? Oh my gosh! Did I just wake you up? I am so sorry! I am so sorry (and repeat)” which only makes it all the worse because firstly, it is the start of the day and already you aren’t fooling anyone, and secondly YOU ARE LAZY.

“No no. I was just going to get up.” I calmed the caller down. Partly true, I was “just going to get up” in a couple hours, or so. But by the end of our brief conversation, I still had not convinced the person that their waking me up was actually fortuitous. In full disclosure, I didn’t believe that myself. And so we ended the call like many have for centuries (or one century, or whatever) of early morning, awkward, unintended, wake-up calls.

Caller: Go back to sleep ok? I am sorry. Sleep well. Sorry again.

Me: No, no really it’s ok. I am up and might as well get going!

Caller: Shhhhhh (whispers) Good night!

And then it was time to make a very important decision. Go back to bed, or stay up and do laundry. Well, what decision would you under such critical circumstances?

And so it was that I went back to bed and slept “like a rock” until my “natural alarm clock” woke me up. And I don’t know who I am quoting here, but I had “stars in my eyes.” Seriously, I saw them in the mirror. If you are imagining five-pointed stars you are wrong. They were more like asterisks. But thanks for playing.

Shortly after that, I went out and saw a letter for me in my mailbox. My namesake in Arizona had painted me a picture of Raggedy Ann with an apron full of little birdies. Underneath the picture was a caption that read “A bundle of birds! Love, Jane.”

After lunch a young woman in my ward stopped by with her new car. A couple of weeks ago some short-sighted man crushed her Civic—a sweet sixteen present. With the insurance money she bought a black Jeep Cherokee “what I really wanted” she said as we drove around the block. “But the best part of all is that it came with THIS!” a huge sub-woofer in the back. She attached her I-Pod and soon I could feel bass rhythms in my chest. IN MY CHEST! What fun! Did I already say IN MY CHEST?

I sprawled on my lawn chair in the sun (stomach down) and read for an hour. I drank a Perrier and tried apple chips. Then went back to work at the computer.

Later that evening I saw a need to phone “the caller” back for an unresolved issue. “I worried all day” the caller said about waking me up so many hours previous. “No worries. No worries. I had a nice day.” I said, staring at the new arrangement of pillows on my couch. I was right, turquoise is dashing against a chocolate brown.

And my laundry was clean, folded and put away for another day.

So you see from this small example, I admonish you to stop worrying.

Still worrying? Then try to consider the lilies of the field.

“And why take ye thought for raiment? Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow; they toil not, neither do they spin:

And yet I say unto you, That even Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these.

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?

Therefore take no thought, saying, What shall we eat? or, What shall we drink? or, Wherewithal shall we be clothed?

(For after all these things do the Gentiles seek:) for your heavenly Father knoweth that ye have need of all these things.

But seek ye first the kingdom of God, and his righteousness and all these things shall be added unto you.

Take therefore no thought for the morrow: for the morrow shall take thought for the things of itself. Sufficient unto the day is the evil thereof.” ”“Matthew 6:28-34

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21 thoughts on “Consider a Bundle of Birdies”

  1. That does sound like a lovely day! I wonder when the last time my body's natural alarm clock woke me up??? I think my body's natural alarm clock is ticked off that it doesn't ever get the chance. 🙂

  2. I inherited my tendancy to worry from my dad. (It is heritary isn't it?) Anyway, my dad is the King of All Worriers. I've tried to break this bad habit because I was thinking about the wrinkles that are forming on my face and I really don't want a butt head on my forehead (I prefer "laugh lines" instead.) So, I'm trying to worry less and smile more. A very hard thing to do for a worrier let me tell you! I wonder if that's why I'm turning more and more gray? Is there like a worrying energy that either settles in gray hair or the butt head wrinkle on the forehead? Just wondering.

  3. You are a funny one. After thinking about it, I too am surprised that you actually answered your phone. It was because of your bad dream wasn't it! You needed to escape and that was the only way. I understand now.
    I will call you tomorrow morning. Just in case.

  4. We share Heather H., Amber K., a mission in Canada and turquoise pillows on a chocolate brown couch. Maybe I should dye my hair blond. I guess I'm a bit of an over anxious worrier. I want to be chill but it's a subconscious undertone that manifests itself in tight shoulders and white knuckles gripping the steering wheel. Thanks for permission and a reminder to let it go.

  5. Today in the shower, I was thinking about how much I love not setting an alarm every morning. (I did set my alarm today, so I could be showered by the time Adelaide arrived) I usually wake up whenever my kids do. BUT it was so nice this morning to get the dishwasher emptied, the laundry started, bed made, front window cleaned, and blogs checked BEFORE she arrived and BEFORE my children were awake.

    I know it sounds like I missed the point of the essay.

  6. this is my "go to" scripture passage, & it put a smile on my face to read it again this morning. it takes a leap of faith (picture indiana jones leaning over that scary abyss) to put God first, but like you said, if you do it will "all work out." keep writing! & thank you!

  7. I used to be a huge worrier. I'm not sure what changed, but I think it has something to do with the fact that I don't want to end up with an ulcer. I'm already enough of a neurotic contol-o-path that I had to let worry go. Now I can focus on some of my other neuroses.

  8. Thanks Cjane! Your post was great and I love love love the scripture you quoted. I often need to be reminded not to worry and to cling to the thought that Heavenly Father knows what we need and CARES! It is incredibly comforting. And besides, worrying is a complete waste of energy, don't you think?

  9. Re: I answered my phone.

    The phone rang at a quarter to eight! Of course I answered my phone! Any call that early will nine times out of ten be a REAL emergency.

    I advise you to think about it.

  10. I put my husband in charge of the worrying for our family years ago. He is very good at it. I do seem to worry more the older I get and the more children I have, which I have a feeling is natural, but I will work on it! We need to remember that worrying doesn't actually prevent the thing we're afraid will happen nor does it solve any actual problems — it just makes us miserable.

  11. My favourite quote about worrying/stressing:

    Worry is like a rocking chair. It gives you something to do, but it doesn't get you anywhere.

  12. Love love this scripture!
    Love lilies – the flower kind and the grandaughter kind!
    Love waking to my "natural alarm clock".
    Don't love being woken before it goes off either (I also think EMERGENCY).
    Love and feel blessed that I have the chance to wake most days that way and that my husband thinks I deserve to wake that way as well (he tiptoes not to wake me – isn't that cute). It is sadly coming to an end though, but it was nice while it lasted.
    Loved the rocking chair quote by Kel!
    Love Cjane for the beautiful reminder of the source of all that we have and our Heavenly Father's desire to clothe, feed and nurture us and a reminder not to worry.
    Love that it does always "work out".

  13. Thank you for the answer to my morning. My morning that had me worried that my four-week old baby would never stop crying. I couldn't figure out what the matter was, still don't know, but no matter what I did I couldn't sooth him. Right now I am enjoying his looooong nap he is taking from the crazy morning we both had. In the moment I was worried it would never end. Next time we have a moment like this I will remember, he can't cry for forever…right?

  14. Not forever. Just until he's 4 months old. But Don't Worry! (I know her. She's my sister. She's had a crier before. She has every right to worry.)

    I loved the scripture that reminds me what I often forget: "Seek ye first the kingdom of God."

  15. Dearest Courtney! I just used the same scriptures in my talk on Sunday. Ironically enough, the theme of the talk was "becoming perfect". We don't need to choose whether we want to be dazzlingly clever, or divinely beautiful, or angelically good– we just need to choose the Kingdom of God first, and we will be able to appreciate all the good things in life which are added to us. That is being perfect, and that is how to have a perfect day.

  16. Somehow I missed this post. It's lovely. But don't ever call me before 9 am on my day off, unless….
    I kinda wish somebody'd come squash my "civic", I'd really like that one to work out in my favor.


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