Sunday started out wonderful. Church was great and a blessing came my way that was completely unexpected. But, it didn’t take long for the joy stealer aka the devil to sneak in and try to stir everything up. Needless to say I ended the day in tears. I didn’t feel supported like I needed to be by the people that matter most. And then worry took over, and it stuck.
I worried that people wouldn’t understand the world race or why I’m doing it.
I worried that they would think this was only a vacation to me.
I worried they would think I was selfish.
I worried most of all that NO ONE would support me in this.
I worried that last one over and over and over again.
So today at work, I was sitting at my desk, worrying about support raising like I’m so good at, when a reassuring voice spoke to me. It said “Stop worrying! It won’t happen quickly, but it will happen.” I started to cry. Worry had consumed me, it had blinded me, but God was there to remind me that he called me to the race for a reason and he’s in control.
My life is his, I am his, and he as a plan for me, so why should I ever doubt that he would provide. GOD IS GOOD!
