My Biggest Fear

 One Sunday evening some friends and I sat on the front porch discussing life. Of course, the pandemic and related issues came up for discussion. We were talking about some of our fears that had surfaced. It was only later that I realized what my biggest fear is. 

It's not really about what happens in the world, whether it's famine or flood or economic collapse, who wins the election or whether war breaks out. It's not even about the end of the world. 

What I want to know more than anything is that I'll be taken care of. And I know One who does take care of His own.

As Psalms 33:18 says:

"But the eyes of the Lord are on those who fear him, on those whose hope is in his unfailing love, to deliver them from death and keep them alive in famine."

I find myself continually going back to Him, straining my ears to hear what He is saying, keeping an open heart to what He is doing, asking for light for the path. 

One morning this week He highlighted to me the story of Abraham where God asked him to sacrifice his only son, Isaac. At the last minute God provided a ram so Isaac didn't have to die. 

And it says, "...on the mountain of the Lord it will be provided." 

Genesis 22:14b. 

I was asking God what the "mountain of the Lord" is for me and He said that it is the place of obedience and sacrifice. Wow! It's in that place of obedience that I experience provision. 

It's not that I never battle fear, believe me, I've had my share of it, but there is that underlying confidence in my Father and His ability and power to take care of me.