You can call me the cowardly lion. I am not courageous. Many things scare me, tonight, specifically, the future. There is nothing better to do when fighting fear of the future than to reminisce on God's faithfulness in the past. I have been thinking about how much my Father has taken away. He broke me, and took away that which I loved the most, and all He said was "I love you." As a good child that I am, I threw a temper tantrum because I wanted things my way. Why, I wonder, do I fight the one who loves me the most? As it usually works out, He waits-full of love and patience with His beloved child, and I finally realize He works all things for my good. I give up the fight and rest in His loving arms and just trust.
My Father is the GIVER of good gifts. The gifts are so good, in fact, that I do not want to loose them. Oh how hard it can be to hold out my gifts with my hands open wide. I worry, "My Father may want to take it away!" I am afraid I might loose that which I hold so dear. And then I remind myself, "what if He does take it away?" He gives enough grace! He is the one who says: For I , the Lord your God, hold your right hand; it is I who say to you, "Fear not, I am the one who helps you."
And so I hold out my hands open wide, all He has given me is His, may His will be done. He can take it all. And I hold out my fearful, vulnerable hand so that the powerful hand of the Almighty might take hold of mine, and sustain me every step of the way, no matter what may come.
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