If you missed part 1 check it out here.
Over the past two years, fear has become a common enemy to
me. It makes me want to compromise, run
away, or throw my hands up in defeat. I
can't grasp how fear can be a part of this dream of being a missionary, of
being where He has called me to live my life.
How do I live my life when I can not speak fluently?
I recently read this via a blog...
"Every
time I get ready to try something new I hear the question, “What if it doesn’t
work?” And the
answer is, of course, “I’ll look like a fool.” Over time I’ve come to believe
this—that’s not a good enough reason not to do it. Sometimes looking like a fool comes with
the territory of God-sized dreams. Noah
built an ark. Moses wandered in the desert. Jesus hung on the cross. And those
who watched shook their heads and muttered words like “failure” and “fool.” Little
did they know. Is that you today? Have you stepped out in faith and wondered
why you feel like a fool? Have you come across failure like a roadblock in your
path? Keep going, friend. Instead of fleeing from the
feeling of being foolish, lean into it. And what seems like your most foolish moments may
turn out to be your wisest. As Jim Elliot
said, “He is no fool who gives what he cannot keep to gain what he cannot
lose.”...Don’t give up. Or give in. Or
compromise. Or quit. You’re going to make it. And it’s going to make you…not into a fool, not into a failure,
but into a victorious follower. " Holly Gerth
I believe this is truth - that it is
backed with Scripture...I am not to where I can say I live it out as truth - at least not every day - but I do believe it.
God has also spoken quite loudly to
my heart that His Spirit and a spirit of fear do not coexist - they oppose one
another. He has given me His Spirit -
one that is full of power, love, and self control (2 Timothy 1:7). I know that He works all things for the good
of those who love Him and are called according to His purposes (Romans
8:28). I am very aware that the Malagasy
language keeps me humble - there seems to be no room whatsoever for pride. Perhaps that's part of this picture - part of
this calling. He's reminding me yet
again that in my weakness, His power is made perfect (2 Corinthians 12:9).
Thankful for victory over fear -
grateful that I know I can claim it in Jesus' name and that it is mine for the
taking. Joyous over the Spirit He has
given me as His child - one that is full of His power, His love, and His self
control. Humbled that He desires for His
fruit to grow in my life and that He never gives up on me.
Blessed to know that His PERFECT LOVE drives out ALL fear.
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