Fear is no stranger to me. I’ve felt its talons clutch cold in the night watch. Heard the echo of the garden hiss in anxious forebodings. Cowered in the daunting shadow of “what-ifs”. Standing by the crib, wrapped in darkness and baby’s breath, my heart knows control is illusion and wild abandon the only safe road. So my soul cries, “Set a guard, O Lord, before my mouth; keep watch at the door of my lips. Incline my heart not to submit to any evil thing.” (Psalm 141:3-4).
Today I can choose. Will I see the child in front of me, here and now, and trust him to the great I AM or allow my mind to meander imaginary paths? If our tongues are fire, might they also blaze trails clear to Mercy’s seat?
Inasmuch then as we have a great High Priest Who has (already) ascended and passed through the heavens, Jesus the Son of God, let us hold fast our confession (of faith in Him). For we do not have a High Priest Who is unable to understand and sympathize and have a shared feeling with our weaknesses and infirmities and liability to the assaults of temptation, but One who has been tempted in every respect as we are, yet without sinning. Let us then fearlessly and confidently and boldly draw near to the throne of grace (the throne of God’s unmerited favor to us sinners), that we may receive mercy (for our failures) and find grace to help in good time for every need (appropriate help, and well-timed help, coming just when we need it).
There is much work to be done today, but none so important as this. Pray, momma, pray.
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