Let us fix our eyes on Jesus, the author and perfector of our faith.
Hebrews 12:2
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 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?
