Fear has roared at me this week. Dared me to turn back.
And I have listened more than I’d like to admit.
I read these words…
“We’re called to chase lions. There is an old aphorism ‘No guts, no glory.’ When we don’t have the guts to step out in faith and chase lions, then God is robbed of the glory that rightfully belongs to Him.”
— Mark Batterson, In a Pit with a Lion on a Snowy Day: How to Survive and Thrive When Opportunity Roars
I swallow hard and the fear stays.
I talk to friends, pace the floor, have trouble going to sleep at night.
Then this morning I’m sipping coffee. And I start telling God how big He is and how He can do anything.
Anything.
When I look back at the fear, that lion roaring at me, it seems so much smaller sitting alongside the God of the Universe.
And I realize it’s been that way all along.
Fear roars at me again.
But this time it sounds more like…
Meow.
I chase it out the door.
Silly cat.
And I turn instead to all God has for me.
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