Child, tell Me your worst fears.
I was a little taken aback. After all, I was in the throes of a particularly descriptive lament. Still, in my human estimation, He had no doubt spoken, so who was I to ask Him to wait His turn? I did what He requested. I told Him my worst fears. Then He 'said' something I never could have anticipated:
Let's say those things happened.
Trust me when I tell you, that is not what I wanted to hear from God. I wanted reassurances like, 'I will never let any of those things happen to you.' I sensed Him continue the interaction despite my bewilderment and dread.
Beth, picture yourself going through the whole process of one of your worst fears becoming a reality. Get all the way to the other side of it. What do you see there?
So I did. I saw myself getting the news I feared most, bawling my eyes out, grieving a loss, or going through all the emotions of betrayal. The tears stung in my eyes. Butterflies flew to my stomach. My insides turned out. But something odd happened on the other side.
What happened next for Moore in the exercise was picturing the entire scenario, with God helping Moore back up on her feet -- just like He has dozens of times.
It's so easy to worry. I know that I do it all the time. I'm trying to cut down on it though, because it's such a waste. Romans 8:18 says that there is something glorious coming in the future. It's time to relax in God. After all, if God is for us, who can be against us?
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