I curl up in a chair by our front window. I’m still wiping the sleep from my eyes, the last traces of dreams from my mind.
But as I get ready for the day, I can already feel fear coming down the track like a freight train.
The coffee steams and I try to carve out a safe space in the middle of the busy.
I whisper prayers and think about the future.
About plans and expectations.
I worry that I will fail.
The freight train whistles in my ears.
And then it seems I hear a whisper in response…
Nothing can stand in the way of the Lord.
And nothing can stand in your way when you are obedient to Him.
{Isn’t that always the way it is? The fear is so loud and faith is always the still, small Voice?}
My breath catches in my throat.
All those thundering wheels screech to a halt as I remember the Unstoppable lives within me.
I uncurl from the chair. I will go where I’m called to go, do what I need to do, and it will be okay–yes, even more than okay.
The train is quiet.
And I’m back on track.
Would you like to leave a comment or Subscribe by Email {free}?
