“... we should not worry about clothes or food? Such anxiety is a mark of? unbelievers, who reject the providence of the Lord and deny the Creator. An attitude of this kind is entirely wrong for Christians who believe that even? sparrows? are under the care of the holy angels (cf. Mt. 10:29). The demons, however? suggest worries of this kind? The divine word can bear no fruit, being choked out by our cares. Let us, then, renounce these cares, and throw them down before the Lord, being content with what we have at the moment?” ShouldBelieveKindMomentsCareChristianAttitudeLordWorryDivineBearsHolyAnxietyClothesAngelMarkFruitCreatorDenyDemonRejectsOrthodoxProvidenceOrthodox ChristianRenounceSparrowsCfsUnbelieversBeing Content Author:Evagrius Ponticus
“All through the night I'll be standing over you All through the night I'll be watching over you And through the bad dreams I'll be right there, Baby holding your hand, Telling you everything is all right. And when you cry I'll be right there Telling you were never Anything less than beautiful. So don't worry I'm your Angel standing by.” DreamHandsBeautifulNightWorryCryBabyAngelStandingOver YouEngagementBad Dream Author:Jewel
“Whenever an angel says "Be not afraid!" you'd better start worrying. A big assignment is on the way.” WayBigsWorryAngelNot AfraidAssignments Author:Elie Wiesel
“You have a chance to move in far better society than the Joneses. Why worry about keeping up with the Joneses? Keep up with the Angels and you'll be far wiser and happier.” MovingChanceWorryAngelWiser Author:Fulton J. Sheen
“Don't look too far in the future, don't worry about how you're going to have enough time or enough money or enough smarts; the "how?" is up to God. Just put your whole focus on this moment, doing this baby step at this moment; and then once you finish that one, God and the angels will give you the next assignment and so on and so forth.” GivingLooksEnoughWholeMomentsNextStepsWorryFocusBabySmartAngelEnough TimeAssignmentsBaby Steps Author:Doreen Virtue
“I write first drafts with only the good angel on my shoulder, the voice that approves of everything I write. This voice does'nt ask questions like, Is this good? Is this a poem? Are you a poet? I keep this voice at a distance, letting only the good angel whisper to me: Trust yourself. You can't worry a poem into existence.” WritingFirstsDoeAsksVoiceExistenceWorryPoetAngelDistanceShouldersTrust Yourself Author:Georgia Heard
“In a musically imperfect world, there is still perfection in the voice of Barbara Cook. For anyone eulogizing the historic scores of a long-lost era of Broadway greatness, not to worry. Somebody is still singing them with purity and passion. She is Barbara Cook, and she sings them for the angels to applaud.” WorldLongStillsPassionLostVoiceWorryGreatnessSingingAngelPerfectionErasCooksPurityScoreImperfectBroadwayHistoricBarbaraA Perfect WorldImperfect World Author:Rex Reed
“You can't worry about how the thing is going to come about. Ruminating about trying to make something happen or worrying about the how actually slows down the prayer being answered, because the way prayers are answered exceeds human third-dimensional thinking. Asking for help from the angels is like going to the post office: You have to let go of the envelope in order for it to be mailed.” ThinkingTryingHelpingPrayerWorryLetting GoOfficeAngelThings HappenSlow DownPost Office Author:Doreen Virtue
“You've got nothing to worry about. The righteous do not always right, but their souls remain pure. -Lassiter the Angel” SoulWorryPureAngelRighteousLover Enshrined Author:J.R. Ward
“Gideon opened his and read, “Prosperity will knock on your door soon.” I snorted. Cary shot me a look. “I know, right? You snatched someone else’s cookie, Cross.” “He better not be anywhere near someone else’s cookie,” I said dryly. Reaching over, Gideon plucked half of mine out of my fingers. “Don’t worry, angel. Your cookie is the only one I want.” KnowsWantLooksSaidHalfWorryDoorsMinesShotsAngelCrossesFingersProsperityReachingCookiesGideon Author:Sylvia Day
“From the moment of my birth, the angels of anxiety, worry, and death stood at my side, followed me out when I played, followed me in the sun of springtime and in the glories of summer. They stood at my side in the evening when I closed my eyes, and intimidated me with death, hell, and eternal damnation.” MomentsEyeSidesWorrySunHellBirthAnxietyEternalSummerGloryAngelEveningSpringtimeIntimidatedDamnation Author:Edvard Munch