“I don’t know what to do.” I said quietly as my mom and I wrapped up our knitting/crocheting.
“About what?” she asked
“Money.” I tried to explain my personal finance dilemma as tears began to fill my eyes, but I didn’t get far when mom interrupted.
“You’ve prayed about it right?”
“Yes.”
“And you’ve asked other people to pray too. God will take care of it” (or something along those lines)
That wasn’t exactly what I wanted to hear, but is what I needed. I quietly thought more about it as we finished up and said good nights. I was a little upset I hadn’t been able to have a good cry, but the beginnings of a thought that later grew to fruition began to dance on the edges of my thoughts as I drifted to sleep.
Can a fig tree, my brethren, bear olives, or a grapevine bear figs? Thus no spring yields both salt water and fresh. ~James 3:12 (emphasis added)
There it was! The moral of the lesson God was teaching me! Here I was proclaiming with my lips the faithfulness and trustworthiness of my God yet I had let fear creep in. Can a heart full of faith have room for fear?
The Bible says that perfect love (that is God remember) casts out fear. So with a heart full of Christ and knowing that He is my provider why would I fear?
So Faith or Fear?
I am choosing faith. That may look like me daily saying, “Okay, Lord, You have this and I’m going to trust you.” Or even multiple times a day. But I know my God is faithful and has proven Himself so before.
