My husband warned our kids at lunch today they were doing a terrible job listening. That this was a bad habit gone worse. That if they didn’t correct themselves ASAP and demonstrate they understood what they were supposed to be doing – namely, obeying the first time – that Daddy would be enforcing the good choices they weren’t making.
I trembled. Because I heard God saying those same things to me. Because I’ve balked and stumbled trying to follow God lately. And because the heart of the matter is that I’m afraid to follow at God’s pace. “It’s too fast! I’m going to fall! People are going to laugh. I’m going to look like a fool.” That’s what goes through my mind.
And then I remember that fear is sin because its focus is self, not God. Am I even listening to what God’s trying to teach me? Wrong question to ask. (Obvious answer, anyway.)
Right question to ask: what part of God do I need to cling to?
There’s a verse, this week’s tidbit, I see twice every morning – it’s on my bathroom wall and in a frame near the bathtub. (Because I clearly need repetition!) As I put my contacts in and blink at the mirror, it slowly comes into focus. I can let go, I can be buoyant even on turbulent waters because He’s anchored my soul in Him. He is faithful. He has the unchanging nature. Jesus is the real and only hero of my story. So I guess it’s time to, as the salsa commercial says – pick up the pace!
I can have hope even when I stumble because of Him. God, help me focus upward so I can move onward.