Luke 12:28

The Passion Translation

If God can clothe the fields and meadows with grass and flowers, can he not clothe you as well, O struggling one with so many doubts?

Cross References

Isaiah 40:6

A voice says, “Cry out!” And I ask, “What should I say?” “All people are as frail as grass, and their elegance is like a wilting wildflower.

Matthew 14:31

Jesus immediately stretched out his hand and lifted him up and said, “What little faith you have! Why would you let doubt win?”

Matthew 16:8

Knowing their thoughts, Jesus said to them, “You have such little faith! Why are you arguing with one another about having no bread?

Matthew 17:17

Jesus replied, “Where is your faith? Can’t you see how wayward and wrong this generation is? How much longer do I stay with you and put up with your doubts? Bring your son to me.”

Matthew 17:20

He told them, “It was because of your lack of faith. I promise you, if you have faith inside of you no bigger than the size of a small mustard seed, you can say to this mountain, ‘Move away from here and go over there,’ and you will see it move! There is nothing you couldn’t do!

Matthew 6:30

So if God has clothed the meadow with hay, which is here for such a short time and then dried up and burned, won’t he provide for you the clothes you need—you of little faith?

Matthew 8:26

But Jesus reprimanded them. “Why are you gripped with fear? Where is your faith?” Then he stood and rebuked the storm, saying, “Be still!” And instantly it became perfectly calm.

Luke 8:25

Then Jesus said to them, “Why are you fearful? Have you lost your faith in me?” Shocked, they said with amazement to one another, “Who is this man who has authority over winds and waves that they obey him?”

Hebrews 6:7

For men’s hearts are just like the soil that drinks up the showers which often fall upon it. Some soil will yield crops as God’s blessing upon the field.

1 Peter 1:24

Human beings are frail and temporary, like grass, and the glory of man fleeting like blossoms of the field. The grass dries and withers and the flowers fall off,