Let us fix our eyes on Jesus, the author and perfector of our faith.
My sister, Lynn, and I don't just share DNA but a common passion for fitness. Running is a part of both our fitness routines. So is a commitment to avoid anything "scary" en route. Scary includes motorized vehicles, weird looking men, and pretty much any kind of animal - big dogs, little dogs, snakes, skunks and even squirrels.
As she rounded a corner, Lynn encountered a nut-toting, fluffy-tailed rodent affectionately known as the squirrel. They were in an OK corral stand-off in the middle of the street while scenes from the rogue squirrel in Christmas Vacation flashed in Lynn's mind. Squirrel took Round 1; Lynn stopped running and waited for Mr. Nutty to cross.
Mr. Fluffy-Tail took one second too long to victory stare mid-road. His next motion was a spiral through the air Cirque du Soleil can't touch. A minivan took Round 2.
When I find myself on life's road staring difficulty in the eye, I'm tempted to ponder the magnitude of my problem. That is the wrong question. The right one is - how big is my God?
I'm not going to strategize my way out.
I'm not going to think my way out.
I'm not going to worry my way out.
He is my way of escape.
I have to allow my squirrel-sized faith trust in a mini-van sized God. I will encounter issues on the road.
Some will bruise my spirit.
Others will cut my confidence.
From all I will fully recover when I take my eyes off my problem and fix them on my Solution.
How big is your God?