Last Sunday, I heard two sermons. What are the chances they'd be on the very same subject? Faith. Real faith, as though you really trusted that God is who he says he is and will do what he says he'd do. Hold us in his arms, carry us when we can no longer walk, hide us under the shadow of his wings. This week my son arrives from North Carolina and he plans on walking alone the whole 485 miles of the Colorado Trail. He's 44 and looks like either a mountain man or a homeless person, I can't decide which. As a mother, I worry and fret about all the things that might happen...he could get West Nile disease from the mosquitoes, be mauled by a bear, trip over a log and break his leg, get struck by lightning. Leave his son father-less and his mother son-less.
Then I heard in those sermons: get out of the driver's seat or God can't take the wheel. You can't trust and worry at the same time. If you really trusted, you would be at peace. Choose peace in every circumstance. Nothing can happen to you outside the permissive will of God. How I needed to hear those things again! The next five weeks will be easier now as I pray and rest in these promises.