From Fear Filled Pleas to Faith Filled Prayers

“…because I believe God’s plans for me are better than what I could plan for myself, rather than run away from the path he has set before me, I want to run toward it.”  Spoken by Nancy Guthrie in her book Holding Onto Hope, where she talks about her faith in the light of losing not one but two children at the age of 6 months.  After losing her daughter Hope, Nancy and her husband decided to permanently prevent further pregnancies because of the high chance any child would have of carrying the same disease.  Can you imagine the day Nancy found out she was pregnant again?  Can you imagine the day she found out that yes, her son Gabriel would carry the same fate as Hope did?  Even further can you believe she still spoke these words, “‘God , would you please accomplish your will?  Would you give me a willing heart to embrace your plan and your purpose?  Would you mold me into a vessel that you can use to accomplish what you have in mind?’  And then, perhaps, we could add a tiny P.S. that says, ‘If that includes healing, we will be grateful.'”

This is Nancy with her daughter Hope.  I know those eyes, the eyes of woman who is experiencing heaven on earth and knows that the heaven part is about to leave her.  But her story and her faith have brought perspective to many.  You can read more of her story here at http://www.nancyguthrie.com/.

This is Nancy with her daughter Hope. I know those eyes, the eyes of a woman who is experiencing heaven on earth and knows that the heaven part is about to leave her. But her story and her faith have brought perspective to many. You can read more of her story here at http://www.nancyguthrie.com/.

This is what a faith-filled, God centered prayer looks like.  Prayers that look for a greater purpose in life, that contain a striving towards God’s greater plan, and an acknowledgement that what we really need is a willing heart to embrace God’s purpose for our lives.  And I know, for me, my prayers used to look nothing like this.  I spent most of the little prayer time that I had in the form of pleading lists.  Please Lord would you bless me with this?  Please Lord would you prevent this?  Please Lord would you provide for me, my children, my husband in this?  Please Lord would you bless me with a healthy child?  Please Lord would you heal my child?  

I tell you the truth, something happens inside of you when you have specifically, deeply, and expectantly prayed for something that does not happen.  It causes you to ask questions about what you are praying and who you are praying to.  It causes you to wonder at the effectiveness of the prayer or the effectiveness of the listener.  For me, there was no doubt where I stood.  I still believed that yes God heard my prayers, that yes God is good, but that yes…God calls us to pray according to His will and not my own.  There is no doubt that I wanted a healthy child and that that desire was from a deep seeded place of love.  But there is also no doubt that Gideon is dancing gleefully in the arms of His Heavenly Father, that I will be with him again someday, and that his life (in the grand scheme of things) is no longer or shorter than my own.  Not to mention the people Gideon touched in his short life is more than I can hope to touch in my entire life.  Yes something happened to my prayer life when my prayers were not answered.  I realized there is something greater than my fear filled pleas.

Jesus’s prayer before He went to the cross runs over and over again in my mind.  “My Father, if it is possible, may this cup be taken from me.  Yet not as I will, but as you will.”  Matthew 26:38.

Yet…not as I will, but as you will.

Not as I will, but as YOU will.

Not as I will…but…as…you…you…you…YOU

Its a submission and its a claim over my life and the lives of those whom I love.  Its a submission that even though my brain has determined what I deem to be good, that maybe just maybe there is more.  It is a claim that I pray every day to remind myself and my family that we desire in all things and at all times, His will.  I have to pray it every single day because, if I don’t, the fear prayers creep back in.  Not at all to say that praying for healing, and blessing, and provision, and help are bad.  They are not at all bad.  But in my short amount of time per day that I take in the quiet to spend time with God, I want to get the most bang for my buck and I know that He already knows what I want.  I need to make it count, and after going through tragedy, loss, pain, and grief I want to pray for what will last…

Lord I pray you would help me be strong for the tasks that today holds, that I would honor you with my responsibilities, my relationships, and my tasks.  

Lord I pray that today you would give me the opportunity to bring honor to you.

Lord I pray that your Holy Spirit would guide me through, my children and husband too.  That when life’s challenges come in this day that your presence would be comforting.

Lord I pray that you would prepare me for the road ahead.  That you would build up in me characteristics of self-control, kindness, peace, love, joy so that I would be ready in season and out of season for whatever may come.

Lord I pray that this day would hold moments of joy, and that in that joy we would thank you.

And Lord, would you use me in this day?  Would you use me to bring smiles in the lives of my children?  Would you use me to show others how amazing you are?  Would you use me to help those who need helping?

Lord, if it is possible I pray today is a good day.  A health filled one, a protected one.  

But not my will, but your will.  Amen.

 

And may we teach our children, at a young age, how to pray and turn to God who loves us with an all encompassing love.

And may we teach our children, at a young age, how to pray and turn to God who loves us with an all encompassing love.

On a final note, if lists of prayer requests have a perfect place I believe it is in our prayers for other people.  I often pray for healing, blessing, comfort, peace, and provision in the lives of others.  And so I will gift others with my petitions because I know many people have blessed us with theirs.  When I couldn’t pray for a miracle for Gideon, I knew other people would be and it ministered deeply to my family.  When I only had the words to pray for the strength to make it past the next minute, I know others were lifting up my children and my husband.  Thank you for praying and may I too be able to bless you with the power of prayer.

Giving Up Control

It was an easy question to answer.  “What are some things we want to have control over?”

Our Kids

Our Home

Our Schedule

Our Spouses

Our Reputation

Our Health

Our Finances

Our Future

Our Days

Did I mention kids?

Did I mention Spouses?

Did I mention health?  You get the idea…

I guess the question really should be, what don’t we want to have control over?  And we try our hardest don’t we?  I know I do.  And I think that is where the fear can creep in.  We are smart in enough to know that, try as we might, we will never really be in full control of our lives…and that is scary.  Its scary because it is a scary world, with scary diseases, scary people, and scary tragedies.  We fear because we cannot control.

It was a funny thing.  As I prayed about it and dug through the Bible I wondered why “Thou shouldest give God full control” was not one of the commandments.  Why was there not more about “letting go and letting God.”  Well…I think its because…we can’t give God something He already has.  He already is in control, we just don’t accept it.

We don’t accept it because we cannot see it.  What we see are pretty normal days intermixed with some annoyances that stress us out and we lose focus.  What we see are news story after news story after news story of horrific happenings, things too terrible to speak of.  What we see is how things never go as planned, someone is always hurt, people are always living in sorrow, and we lose site of the bigger.  We think because our fingertips control our minutes that our lives are not fully in HIS hands.  Oh but He is, and I know that He would love for us to rest easier remembering that He is…instead of constantly grappling at control.

What about providing for our families, our lives?  Bring peace and comfort for your family?  We could kill our everyday trying to stress out of our minds to make more money and find more and creative ways to do more…be more…get more.  Or we could Proverbs 3 it:

My son, do not forget my teaching,
    but keep my commands in your heart,
 for they will prolong your life many years
    and bring you peace and prosperity.” v. 1-2

Learn God’s teaching and keep His commands firmly in our hearts…now that sounds much nicer.

What about our reputations?  Do you want people to think highly of you?  To be the talk about town in a positive way?  We could post minute to minute Facebook postings that only capture the best and brightest and constantly strive to eat less and look beautifuler…or beautifulest…or at least good enough to get attention for it.  Or we could Proverbs 3 it:

Let love and faithfulness never leave you;
    bind them around your neck,
    write them on the tablet of your heart.
Then you will win favor and a good name
    in the sight of God and man.” v.3-4

Love and faithfulness, that seems simple enough.  I think my days (and husband and children) would thank me if I only spent my times on those two in replace of all the other crazy things I put into my day.

What about our Future?  Our kids future?  Paying for college?  Retiring? How about not having anyone I love die?  I think I would really love to control that one…big time!  We could freak out.  I mean like every second, freak out because the more I think about the future the more it worries me.  Stresses me.  Brings nothing but fear and anxiety to the long list of things that I cannot control.  Or we could Proverbs 3 it:

“Trust in the Lord with all your heart;
    do not depend on your own understanding.
Seek his will in all you do,
    and he will show you which path to take.” v. 5-6

Its the understanding thing.  My own understanding, my own control, my own ideas…they lead me so far away from the truth sometimes.  From the things that truly do matter.  The things in this life that lead to real living.  I pray these verses over my children every single night.  Not only for them but for myself too.  That if we could just become masters in trusting the Lord with all our hearts and seeking His will in all we do then we will be good.  Then we could all be okay.

What about our health?  We could spend every waking moment we have on this one.  We could do our best to constantly keep up with the latest trends in health and nutrition, the rules keep changing and the information never…stops…coming…at us.  Or we could Proverbs 3 it:

Don’t be impressed with your own wisdom.
    Instead, fear the Lord and turn away from evil.
Then you will have healing for your body
    and strength for your bones.” v.7-8

This one makes me giggle a little because my brain does not easily connect what one has to do with the other.  What does not being impressed with my wisdom, respecting God, and turning from evil have to do with my body and health?  According to God…everything.  The endless chasing after the wind of stress after stress after stress probably does far worse for my body than food ever will, and so there is something here to be said about seeking the greater thing first.  If the foundation is built well the house will stand.

Its a interesting dance, that is for sure.  The teeter totter between working hard with what we have been given and the responsibilities that are ours keeps us on our toes when we ask ourselves “Do we really acknowledge that God is the one in control of my life.” And then, “Can I let go of the things I hold so tightly in my grip, the things I hold onto too tightly?”

God literally had to wrestle me into a submission hold.  I didn’t want to accept what had come into my life.  I didn’t want to acknowledge that my little baby son would die and I wanted to some how figure out a way to fix it…to control it.  I tried everything humanly possibly to do.  I contacted St. Judes, UNC, and spoke with literally every single doctor at my practice.  None of them gave me what I wanted and I realized, for the first time in my life, that any control I thought I had had was simply an illusion.  Trickery that I let my mind believe so that I could pretend everything would also go well for me.  Why?  Well because I became so good at controlling I actually thought I could keep bad things away.

Well I can’t.  And now I don’t want to.  Because when the bad things come, and my ideas have run out, I want the peace that comes with remembering….it is not mine to make new…it is my Heavenly Father’s.  

 

Can I Trust God In the Worst?

“I just can’t find you Lord.

You feel distant, a whisper in the wind when I feel like I need an up close, load, and strong lion.

I am wearied from this sadness and journey…yet I know you continue to call me to trust in you.

Each minute feels like an hour and each day feel likes a year. How am I going to make it through this?…

I am begging.

I feel like I am desperate for more miracles and right now.

Desperate in a way that I feel as though I will stop breathing, stop living without them.

I will wait for you Lord.

I will wait here for you, but know that your child is hurting and I just want to know you are here.”

On January 24th these are the words I prayed as I wept them into my prayer journal. I needed a miracle. Not a give sight to a blind man or raise a life from the dead miracle…but a I need something just to pick myself up off of this floor type miracle.
Before I had been through the worst, I had often wondered how exactly God can help during those times. As a result of not being able to define it or put my finger on it, I feared. I feared the worst of times because though I believed that God would be there I couldn’t understand how. Honestly fear became a form of disbelief. Disbelief that God is who He promises to be.

As I sat there and prayer, out of the whisper came these words to me…”

“My sweet Maria, in he whispers of your soul I am here.

Do not be afraid to listen, to hear me, and to believe. I will not let you down.

Though the circumstances of this life and the hardness of your days tempt you into thinking I don’t love you…you know that I do.

I have promised I will be there for you. And I will.

I have promised you I will never leave you or forsake you. And I won’t.

I love Gideon Maria.

Oh how I love him and how I desire great things for my children. His life, Maria, is not sad…it is eternal.

Your baby Maria, your precious Gideon, he is helping me to make all things new in you.

He is my worker, my precious child that I have chosen to bring you through this. Maria this is what life truly is. It is not of this world, it is not of these days, it is not in the pleasures or distractions you experience here.

It is with ME.

Only with Me.

So…come

Come you who are wearied and burdened and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for my yoke is easy and my burden is light.

Even in your sorrow and even in your grief and sadness and loss…come to me and rest.

Give it to me and know that even the greatest of losses cannot surpass the glory that will be yours someday in my Heaven.

Where you and all of your children with play and laugh all…day…long.

With me, forever.”

So, can God be trusted in the worst? What can He actually do that will make any difference? In the pain, in the loss, in the sorrow, and the tragedy in this world…can we trust God even then?

Yes. Even then, actually it is mostly then when God reveals sides of Himself to us that we have never seen before. His presence, His Holy Spirit wells up in power and in strength and he soothes the aching soul. He gives us, in each day, what we need to survive and He hears and answers the pleas of our hearts.

If this is true, if God can be bigger than the worst. If He comes blazing in to answer the cries of those who ASK Him to come and HELP…If this is true…what then do we have to fear?

In Lamentations the Israelites saw the desolation of their entire city. Once bustling with laughter and joy, now laid entirely taken over, defeated, pillaged, destroyed. Everything was taken from them and sorrow and grief lived thick like smoke in the lives of all who survived. Lamentations 3:19-25 says this:

“I remember my affliction and my wandering,
The bitterness and the gall.
I will remember them, and my soul is downcast within me.
Yet this I call to mind and therefore I have hope:
Because of the Lord’s great love we are not consumed, for His compassions never fail.
They are new every morning; great is your faithfulness.
I say to myself, ‘The Lord is my portion; therefore I will wait for Him.’
The Lord is good to those whom hope is in him, the one who seeks him.”

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None of these smiles would have been possible if God did not provide during the worst times. In the times of all these pictures I was experiencing the most sorrow, loss, and fear than I have in my entire life…yet joy was possible because God is good and He is present in times of need.

Is there pain, loss, failure, and sadness in this world?
Yes.

For those whom hope is in God and who seek Him, do we have to fear any of it?
No.

How do you know?
Because many people (including me), who have gone before…who have suffered loss and pain unimaginable…for those whom call of the name of the Lord in their time of despair they are not consumed. And JOY comes in each morning.

What then, shall we have to fear?

Things too Wonderful to Know

This past Sunday, an unexpected gift came upon our family…a glimpse into the view of our life that God sees.  A tiny sliver of the full picture that God put together.  A small example of exactly how vast, and large, and powerful God is.

At church Sunday morning my parents got up to share a little bit about Gideon and how God used him in our lives.  They said this:

If the Lord had not been on our side—

When we lost our son Matthew at 22 weeks, the loss, the fear, the sorrow could have swallowed us. If the Lord had not been on our side, 
When our daughter tearfully told us her baby, our grandson Gideon Matthew, did not have kidney’s, a bladder or renal arteries and would not survive outside her womb;
    
When all we could do was watch helplessly as our daughter, OUR precious child, struggled to keep her head above the raging waters of despair for 8 months and through Gideon’s birth and death…
a flood of anguish could have engulfed us, Praise be to the Lord, who has raised us up on Eagles Wings!Our souls rest in HIS embrace and we experienced, first hand, a peace that surpasses all understanding.”
After the service people came up to us and shared what Gideon’s birthday was like for them.  People we have never met before ran up to us, tears in their eyes and said…
“The morning Gideon was born me and 50 other men stood in a circle and prayed for your son and your family.”
“The morning Gideon was born our small group and my men’s group prayed for you.  We are still praying for you.”
“The day before Gideon was born my father gave Mitch the water from the Jordan river that Gideon was baptized in.  Mitch wouldn’t share with us your names, he wanted us to meet you in God’s timing.  Thank you for sharing your story.  I want you to know that every Sunday the greeter outside (his name is Jamie) he collects the kids name tags and prays for them all throughout the week by name.  I wrote a name tag for Gideon…he needed to have one too.”
I was overwhelmed, humbled, overjoyed at what God did and continues to do.  To think that people, so many people that we don’t even know, surrounded us in such a way gives testament to how amazing the kingdom of God is.  It is unlike this world, it doesn’t function like this world, and it carries outcomes far beyond what our greatest hopes and fears can dream up.  That’s one of the problems I think with fear and worry, our brains cannot conceive the beauty of God’s providence and so we fill in the cracks with far inferior details and ideas.  We assume nothing can be more accurate than the situation we conjure up in our minds and so we fear.  We worry and we stress because God’s plan is full of things too great for us to know.  Too great for us to know right now anyway.
When I look back at old pictures now, they all seem like "before Gideon" or "after Gideon" shots.  I see the pictures of me like this one, 9 years before Gideon, and I wonder what the woman in this picture would have done if someone told her what would happen someday.  I don't think she could have handled it.  I think she would have focused on the fear and would have missed out on so many joyful days.  I'm so thankful there are things we are just not supposed to know.

When I look back at old pictures now, they all seem like “before Gideon” or “after Gideon” shots. I see the pictures of me like this one, 9 years before Gideon, and I wonder what the woman in this picture would have done if someone told her what would happen someday. I don’t think she could have handled it. I think she would have focused on the fear and would have missed out on so many joyful days. I’m so thankful there are things we are just not supposed to know.

I was struck one day as I was praying through a very specific set of fears I was having.  The sentence implanted in my brain “Future telling is God’s territory.”  I immediately struck back with thoughts like “I’m not future telling I’m just anticipating what could happen!”  Sounds like an attempt at future telling to me Maria (that’s what it sounds like when I talk to myself).  So I thought and I thought some more and I rallied through a list of my worries and fears and alas it seems that it was true.  We don’t know the future.  We can’t, and so we try to and it always turns out a MESS.  It feels naive to picture the future and make it all roses and candy and so instead we decided every dreadful thing will surely come our way and there we stand…fear crippled.
For this I jumped to the book of Job.  The book of Job has always been intriguing to me because Job literally lived out every single worst fear imaginable.  If its on your list of fears, it pretty much happened to Job and so I would obsess over his story.  In all honesty I obsessed over it because of my own fears.  Its like I was hoping that one time I would read it and it would all of a sudden say, “Nah, just kidding.  None of that stuff happened to Job because no bad stuff ever happens to good people!”  I honestly was hoping that one time the ending would change.  But it never did.  Job always lost all he owned, he always lost all his children, he always became sick, his wife always cursed God, and his friends always failed him.  Everytime, same story…an amazing man of God and all his worst fears came true.  And so the book of Job is 42 chapters long!  All of this calamity happens in the first 2 chapters!!  So 40 more chapters??  Of what???Its 40 chapters of Job wanting to know why.  To be able to somehow, someway accurately wrap his brain around God’s plan.  God’s providence.  God’s motivation.  And rightly so.  I would do the same thing in his situation.  He seeks fervently for understanding.  He wants to UNDERSTAND.  If maybe he could just have an answer, if he could just know the ending then he would feel better.  And can you blame him?I find myself reading through the chapters and saying, “Mmm Hmm, that’s right Job you go!  You are right, you ask those questions cause I want to know the answers too!”  I cheered Job on for 40 chapters because I get it.  Something doesn’t resonate well when tragedy comes to people we don’t think “deserve” it.  And then…finally in chapter 38 God speaks.

Job 38:1-8

“Then the Lord spoke to Job out of the storm. He said:

 “Who is this that obscures my plans
    with words without knowledge?
 Brace yourself like a man;
    I will question you,
    and you shall answer me.

 “Where were you when I laid the earth’s foundation?
    Tell me, if you understand.
 Who marked off its dimensions? Surely you know!
    Who stretched a measuring line across it?
 On what were its footings set,
    or who laid its cornerstone—
while the morning stars sang together
    and all the angels[a] shouted for joy?”

This makes me initially, very uncomfortable.  Where is the compassion?  Where is the grief, the grace, the help?  Job just lost everything, isn’t that what he needed?  Yes he needed those things, but sometimes I think even more so, we need a powerful God.  One whom we can trust how the power to make all things good in His timing.  A God that has been there for all time, who created the powerful waves and the vast mountains and who knows FAR more than we ever can.  A God whom we can trust with our future.  A God whom we can relinquish the control of our future too so we can stay fully engaged in our present.

So many times when I was pregnant with Gideon the same thought would pop in my head as I would hold my children: “What if I lost this one too?”  The temptation came to spin my mind out of control with all the what ifs.  But in God’s asking to stay in today I would push the fear out of my brain and replace it with “For now, they are mine.  In this minute I get to hold them and nothing in the world can take the minute I’m in away from me.  The future is not in my hands, but I have been trusted with this minute and I am going to make the best of it.”

What about when the minute I am in is a crappy one?  Well than that minute has enough trouble of its own and I am surely not going to add to its trouble with fears that have not come to pass yet (Matthew 6:34).  And so, in today I sit.  In today I trust and in today I fix my feet tightly on a God who can gather 100s of people I don’t know to cry out to God on my behalf.  In today I have what I have and what comes will come, but as for tomorrow?  I leave that one up to God.

The reality of it is this, in the words of our friend Job “Surely I spoke of things I did not understand, things too wonderful for me to know.”  Job 42:3

In what areas of your life, fears, or worries is God calling you to let go of your attempt at future telling?

When Fear Comes, We Have a Choice

And they will come.  Fear will always find a way into our brains, our lives, our hearts.  How could it not?  We were not made for this world.  We were made for so much more, and fear is a direct result of the fact that we know this world is unpredictable and mean.  That people will let us down sometimes, crappy things will come into nice days, and (at some point) we will lose the people we love the most.  Of course we will fear.

But…when the fears come…whether they sneak in slowly or hit us like a tidal wave, we have a choice as to whether or not we will let the fear grip us.  We don’t have control over the things that creep into our minds, but we do have a choice over what we will do with them once we are there.

So, what then, do we do?  We know that God asks us to be brave, be strong, and do not be afraid.  But then what?

I constantly sift through the Bible for answers, for stories to show me hints and glimmers into the fuller life God wants for me.  This week I found Saul.  Once the chosen and anointed first king over Israel, Saul soon literally feared his way all the way to death.  Success came upon him, but when failure threatened he feared.  In 1 Samuel 15:24 “Then Saul said to Samuel, ‘I have sinned.  I violated the Lord’s command and your instructions.  I was afraid of the people and so I gave into them.”  Later on in 1 Samuel 18:12 “Saul was afraid of David, because the Lord was with David but had left Saul.”  Saul became a slave to his fears, acting only in accordance to what he thought could solve the problems his mind came up with.  He committed his life to killing David, running always faster away from God and towards the ever changing, unreliable paths that his own fears created.  As I thought on this more, I wondered…how Saul-like have I been in response to my fears?

Somehow I bought the lie that the only way out of fear is trying to fix it.  Whatever the “it” is, my brain needs to find a way to make it better and so I react.  Hence my extensive research on how to escape from sinking cars, understanding the tell tale signs a shark is around, and obsessively studying parents magazines to learn how not to mess up my children.   And what about learning I would lose Gideon?  Fear led me down roads that literally had me paralyzed with fear and sadness and at every “action” point I tried to take I found myself at a dead end.  My Saul like fear actions finally caught up to me and it was either let the fear eat me alive or…find another way.  There had to be another way.

There is something about night time that makes fear run wild.  It happens for me, it happens for my kids...too many nights I hear "Mommy, I can't fall asleep.  I'm scared."  And what can a Mommy do except pray?  Pray for peace, God's perfect peace to bring calm in all the tired and scared parts of our minds.

There is something about night time that makes fear run wild. It happens for me, it happens for my kids…too many nights I hear “Mommy, I can’t fall asleep. I’m scared.” And what can a Mommy do except pray? Pray for peace, God’s perfect peace to bring calm in all the tired and scared parts of our minds.

David was the man Saul was trying to kill, and yes, David was very afraid too.  In Psalm 55:4-5 David cries out:

My heart is in anguish within me; the terrors of death assail me.  Fear and trembling have beset me; horror has overwhelmed me.”  And for some reason I find that this comforts me so!  To see that fear is not associated with weakness and frailty, and that I don’t need to be ashamed when I afraid.  To see that Saul feared, David feared, and yet they both handled it so differently.  Psalm 56 :3-4 David goes on to say “When I am afraid, I will trust in you.  In God, whose word I praise, in God I trust; I will not be afraid.  What can mortal man do to me?”  And so, when I am afraid God I will trust in you.

It takes time and practice and a willingness to fight.  But here are some David inspired steps that help me when fears come:

-Ask God to listen.  Loud and clear, with boldness, let God know you need His full attention.

-Tell Him you are afraid.  You might feel like it goes without saying, but there is power in confessing “I am terrified.”

-Unpack your crazy.  For David this looked like literally asking God to kill Saul dead in his tracks.  For me this looked like telling God, in detail, what I did not want Gideon to be like when he came.  What I didn’t think I could handle and what wanted God to do.

-Acknowledge God’s promises.  The Bible is full of them, here are a few that I love…you might have your own.  “Cast your cares on the Lord and he will sustain you.” Psalm 55:22 “In all your ways remember Him and He will make your paths straight.”  Proverbs 3:6  “Do not be afraid; do not be discouraged, for the Lord your God will be with you wherever you go.”  Joshua 1:9

-Claim your trust in God.  Say it.  Mean it.  Psalm 55:23 “But as for me, I trust in you.”

-Give God thanks.  There is always something to be thankful for.

-Leave your fear there.  Tomorrow it might be back, but for today?  Leave. It. There.

Do you have examples in your own life of acting on your fears like Saul or trusting God with your fears like David?

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