I am afraid. Afraid of changing who I have always portrayed me. Afraid of messing up. Afraid of letting God down. Afraid of my abilities and changing what people have always known about me. Afraid of introducing a new normal. Afraid of hurting the feelings of others. Afraid to let go of the past and keep moving.
But God is actually in me, in my heart and my mind. He sees what I see through my eyes. He touches what I touch. He speaks through my mouth. He does what I do. Whether or not I honor him, He is still in me.
God is not afraid.
God is powerful. I can, in theory, be just as powerful since He is in me. God is loving to all people. I can be just as loving since He is in me. Fill in the blank: God is ______, and I can be just as _______ with God living in me.
This is a very intimidating reality. What if I lived every day knowing that when I don’t give my best, God isn’t doing the best he can through me? What if I lived knowing that what I say and do, I am being the body of God living within me?
