You're listening to the I Pray with the Gospel Sunday Reflection on the St. Jose Maria Institute podcast.

In the name of the Father and of the, and of the Holy Spirit, amen.

My Lord and my God, I firmly believe that you are here, that you see me, that you hear me.

I adore you with profound reverence.

I ask your pardon for my sins and the grace to make this time a prayer fruitful.

My Immaculate Mother, St. Joseph, my father, and Lord, my guardian angel, and her seat for me.

The eighth Sunday and ordinary time. A reading from the Gospel of Matthew chapter 6.

Why are you anxious about clothing? Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow. They neither toil nor spin, yet I tell you, even Solomon in all's glory, was not arrayed like one of these. But if God so close the grass of the field, which today is alive and tomorrow is thrown into the oven, will he not much more

clothed you, O men of little faith? Therefore, do not be anxious about tomorrow, for tomorrow

will be anxious for itself. Let the day's own trouble be sufficient for the day.

If God looks after plants and birds and flowers, will he not care much more about his children?

He didn't ask us not to worry just because there is plenty of everything for everyone,

or because he is the creator and has planned everything perfectly.

He asks us to trust in his providence because he is our father.

That's the only reason for us to shake off all our worries.

God is my father.

I will have highs and lows, joys and sorrows, achievements and failures, but those peaks and values do not define what I am.

Power, money, degrees, fame, or anything I can get in this world are nothing in

comparison to what I am already, a child of God. And my father, God, cares for me as if I were an only

child, because I am, in a real sense, an only child. God has no other daughter or son that he loves

the same as me. Good parents love all of their children immensely, but differently. If I have

seven brothers and sisters, that doesn't mean that I get one-eighth of my parents' affection. My

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