But here I am again. Another first. A website - a new ministry - a new stage of life. The rush of fear that comes with the first of many firsts. And then God whispered to me today, "Denise, this is not My first time." Made me grin.
He brought up Joshua and the number of times God instructed him not to fear. Wonder if Joshua had a fear of water or a fear of firsts? Maybe a fear of failure... rejection... or maybe just a fear of the giants on the other side of the river. Just the same: fear. And a first of many firsts. Some little priest had to stick his big toe in the river before anyone else. Would love to know that guy's name. One step of faith parted a river. One first faith trumped the first fear. And every first fear after that. You see, it's not God's first time. He's parted a river before - even for Joshua.
This is just another first of many firsts that God has already faced on my behalf. I'm not much for diving in... it's my personality to inch down the stairs on the 3' side of the pool and move to the deep slowly. But maybe the call is to the deep... to just climb the high dive, take the leap and trust the Lifeguard for the next breath. What can I lose? The most I can lose is another first that becomes a second that becomes a third... that becomes a victory over fear. Yeah, according to Father, this is the first of many firsts and the first of many victories. Hope you'll swim with us...
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