Acting on Fear

Tonight, I am anxious. The world feels heavy, overwhelming, and like the only escape is a nice dark corner alone. But you do not have to feel brave to be brave. I am a faulty human who lacks faith, though I have seen God’s grace and provision more times than I can count. Feeling alone is different then being alone. And feeling afraid is different than acting on fear. So here I am again, again, again, and again, to choose the act of faith. I choose to read my bible, to pray, to give it to God, act on His instructions, and to pray for His will. I praise Him knowing that Christ is my intercessor, and that David, Rehab, Naomi, and Jacob we loved by God despite their sins and faults. Because at the end of the day they sought and fought for God. So that is what I have chosen. That is what I choose. And that is what I will choose. My choice is made, because I know that every time it pushes me a little farther, and every time I feel a little more overwhelmed, I know I can learn that He is a little more faithful, then my eyes were capable of seeing. And in this, my eyes will grow and I will also be able to see a little more of His love for me.