He left everything. All his riches, all his comforts. Just walked away from it without a second glance to follow a stranger. Can you even imagine trusting someone so implicitly, so unquestioningly, that you would drop your entire life to join their mission?
I can only imagine clinging to my life with fear and anxiety in the face of Christ’s truth, thinking of all the reasons why I can’t give it up—at least not yet.
Ironically, my “word” for this year is Truth.
Truth and trust, they go hand in hand. The more I try to trust God’s will and give up my guise of control, the more I realize how deeply rooted I am in fear and lack of trust. I want to trust—but I still don’t want to give up what [I think] I want.
Anxiety. Fear. Lack of trust. They’re all born from the same lie, the lie that we have to have it all figured out, it’s all up to us. That we’re the masters of our own destiny.
That’s an insane amount of pressure.
Day after day we consume the lie that we can’t trust the One knows us better than we know ourselves. Yes, we are the sick in need of the physician. We are sick with fear, wrought with decisions above our human paygrade. What compels us to reach for control again and again? What keeps us from trusting that God’s plan for our life is better than ours?
Then how can we trust in the face of fear? What is the antidote to this lie?
Truth comes when we allow God into the darkness of our fears. When we name our fear the moment it occurs and intentionally give it to God, He waits to answer it with His Truth.
We don’t have to have it all figured out, sisters. [I’ll say it again, for myself too.] We don’t have to have it all figured out. That’s not our job.
Our job is to call out our fears and let Truth break down the walls that keep us from trusting the One who already has it figured out.
Let us pray in the words of the Psalmist: “Teach me your way, O Lord, than I may walk in your Truth.” Help us trust You, Lord, as the One whose job it is to orchestrate our lives in a more brilliant, beautiful, and meaningful way than we could ever dream up.
Megan Hjelmstad is a wife, mom, writer and sometimes soldier whose real passion is equal parts faith and chocolate. You can find out more about her here.