Fear vs. Faith

We've all had those amazing and awesome moments that changed the course of our lives. Whether it's meeting the love of your life, figuring out your career course, giving birth, achieving a goal, following your dream... I bet you can think of several right now. I would imagine you were already thinking about them as you were reading, right? It's not hard to come up with those. But what about the things that turned us, maybe ever so slightly onto a rougher path? Can you think of any of those off hand? Sometimes I don't even think we realize it. In John 10:10 it talks about the thief coming to steal, kill and destroy. What that looks like for each of us might be different, but the outcome is the same. Loss, death, destruction. (Loss of faith, loss of heart, loss of hope; the death of a dream, a marriage, a friendship, the destruction of your faith, your reputation, your livlihood...to name a few) For me it happened on March 22nd when I found my husband in a coma, totally unresponsive, and nearing death. That event rocked my world. Shook me to the core. Introduced a new reality into my "safe" world. Nevermind the way the Sovereign Lord was so very present throughout, before and since the trauma. But so was the thief. If I said my peace, my hope, and even joy weren't altered that day. I would be lying. So who have I been believing? It's kinda like my faith has been chipped away...a bit at a time.

I was taught once to "speak" life, but what about the things I think about, the things I choose to believe...for me, lately, those things have been revolving around fear, death, and sickness, not life! I've been preoccupied with what I almost lost, instead of what I have. I've believed the "worst" might or could happen again. It doesn't make sense, as I sit and write it. What a waste of time and faith. And yet emotionally I've been stuck there. Until the Lord got my attention. And I realized that the enemy has had me in his clutches for almost a year now! That instead of rejoicing in the fact that Almighty God intervened and spared my husband's life, I've allowed the negative aspects, the fear and trauma of what happened and what "might" happen again, to control my spirit and my emotions.

I'm not in control of what happens around me. That is a fact. I may have thought at one time that I was, but that was an illusion. But I know my God is. I know He never takes His eyes off of His children. I know that He spoke to me before I found Bary and told me everything would be alright. I know that I found Bary just in time and that the paramedics arrived right on time. I know that God can use all of this and redeem what the enemy meant for harm and torment. Most recently He has shown me the picture of David, fighting Goliath...a small boy with a giant faith...and using as his ultimate weapon these words, "the battle is the Lord's". Oh but they weren't just words, they were at the very core of what He believed. He knew he could never defeat a giant in his own strength. And I know that I can't defeat this one either. But today, I am choosing to let go and believe My Heavenly Father will fight this battle for me. It feels really good and right. I don't know what giants you may be facing today, but just believe that He knows, and He is ready to fight for you...Blessings, my friends.