Dentist. Doesn’t that word sends chills down your spine? Next week, I will be on my way to one and I’m pretty sure the words root and canal are in my future. I’ve never even had a cavity. I’m pretty dang scared, folks.
Four c-sections. An appendectomy which almost killed me. Those things are nothing when compared with a man sticking a needle into your mouth. Am I right or am I right? Okay, I have no idea if I’m right but that is the fearful part! So, what do we do when God has called us to a fearful place. When we have a legitimate reason to be a little anxious about that the place, person or circumstance to which we are being called.
What if there was a man who swore he would kill you. In fact, he absolutely hated you. Imagine that you were able to flee. You were hidden far away living your life and the man who promised to cause your death had no idea where you were. Then, imagine you were told to go back. Not just to the country or the town where that angry man lived, but right to him. What if you were called to face the very thing you feared the most?
Let’s talk about a man named Jacob. Join me on the HomeLife blog.