Isaiah 8:13-14
But the Lord of hosts, him you shall honor as holy. Let him be your fear, and let him be your dread. And he will become a sanctuary and a stone of offense and a rock of stumbling to both houses of Israel, a trap and a snare to the inhabitants of Jerusalem.
According to my bedroom window forecast, the 100% chance of thunderstorms today brought with it a dark prickly blanket of fear that gripped onto my heart.
Memories of the rain-drenched accident just a couple weeks ago flooded my mind and were allowed (by me) in.
But the Lord of hosts, him you shall honor as holy. Let him be your fear, and let him be your dread. And he will become a sanctuary and a stone of offense and a rock of stumbling to both houses of Israel, a trap and a snare to the inhabitants of Jerusalem.
According to my bedroom window forecast, the 100% chance of thunderstorms today brought with it a dark prickly blanket of fear that gripped onto my heart.
Memories of the rain-drenched accident just a couple weeks ago flooded my mind and were allowed (by me) in.
To the friend who was beside me throughout the aftermath that day, I quickly bleated* a text - I thought I had conquered the fear of driving!
She called and immediately prayed:
She called and immediately prayed:
"Lord, we need you to be powerful," and she thanked Him for demonstrations of His power. It wasn't a coddling prayer.
...and I re-membered how Yahweh was Mighty To Save me that morning. Once again I was in awe.
My friend spoke Isaiah 8 to me. "Let Him be your fear and, and let Him be your dread, and He will become a sanctuary"
Yahweh's throne is higher and very much separate from anxiety.
That moment I KNEW I would not give allegiance to fear. The Madea in me wasted no time in kicking fear's sorry little tushie out the door.
*reference to sheep intended
*reference to sheep intended
I'm so grateful to be part of the flock. I'm so grateful for the Shepherd's protection, too.
...time to take out the trash :-)
(Literally, and figuratively)
I'm kinda sad it stopped raining.