Those moments of fear… I wonder if I’m afraid I will fail? Or, is it that I’m afraid I’ll succeed? Am I afraid I’ll be wrong (and they’ll be right), or is it that I’m afraid I’ll be right (and therefore, they’ll be wrong)?
Or am I overanalyzing it? Perhaps it will be somewhere in the middle of the two.
Perhaps it will be harder than I think. And perhaps it will be easier than they think.
Regardless, I’m so very glad my God is holding me in His hand. I’m perfectly safe there.
It seems easier to trust Him with my future than it does to trust Him with my present. Odd, that. Why?... I wonder. Perhaps because the dangers and fears of tomorrow are, as yet, unknown – mere speculations at this point. And the dangers and fears of today are very real. Tangible. In my face. In my ears.
If I fail…
I will know I did my best. I prayed and sought God’s will and strength and courage and peace and wisdom and guidance. And I won’t be the first, nor the last, to have failed in the trying.
If I succeed…
I will know that while I did my best, my success is not my own. It will only be by God’s grace. Because I am not a success in my own self. I will also know that I am nothing special because I have succeeded. Many others have, too.
The odd part here is, I think I will have succeeded regardless of if I succeed or fail. Because failures are only failures if you let them destroy you. If you learn from your mistakes and failures, they become successes.
And far beyond that is the fact that God is on my side. Just because I’m His child. And He makes all things work together for good for me. Even my failures. Which means that my failures are NOT failures. They are opportunities to learn, to grow, to succeed. Opportunities to watch God move on my behalf. Opportunities to see God’s strength and power. Opportunities to see His faithfulness first-hand. Right alongside His love. And His mercy. And His grace.
So I guess it means that with my heavenly Father on my team, I am a success.
Or am I overanalyzing it? Perhaps it will be somewhere in the middle of the two.
Perhaps it will be harder than I think. And perhaps it will be easier than they think.
Regardless, I’m so very glad my God is holding me in His hand. I’m perfectly safe there.
It seems easier to trust Him with my future than it does to trust Him with my present. Odd, that. Why?... I wonder. Perhaps because the dangers and fears of tomorrow are, as yet, unknown – mere speculations at this point. And the dangers and fears of today are very real. Tangible. In my face. In my ears.
If I fail…
I will know I did my best. I prayed and sought God’s will and strength and courage and peace and wisdom and guidance. And I won’t be the first, nor the last, to have failed in the trying.
If I succeed…
I will know that while I did my best, my success is not my own. It will only be by God’s grace. Because I am not a success in my own self. I will also know that I am nothing special because I have succeeded. Many others have, too.
The odd part here is, I think I will have succeeded regardless of if I succeed or fail. Because failures are only failures if you let them destroy you. If you learn from your mistakes and failures, they become successes.
And far beyond that is the fact that God is on my side. Just because I’m His child. And He makes all things work together for good for me. Even my failures. Which means that my failures are NOT failures. They are opportunities to learn, to grow, to succeed. Opportunities to watch God move on my behalf. Opportunities to see God’s strength and power. Opportunities to see His faithfulness first-hand. Right alongside His love. And His mercy. And His grace.
So I guess it means that with my heavenly Father on my team, I am a success.
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