We’re due to relocate in a month, God willing. We’ve already given away, thrown away, stored or sold most of our stuff, and every day our house empties out a little more.
The vacancies where bookshelves or a piano or a Kenwood mixer used to stand seem to hold space for the unknowns and uncertainties we face, because we’ve made the scariest decision of our lives and who knows what tomorrow will bring?
You’ve got your own scary story of uncertainty, right? And right now we’re all living with great global unknowns and viral fear-mongering.
Unknowns and uncertainties are built into the life God designed for us. They remind us that temporal things aren’t strong enough to hold our hopes.
It’s cool that we have weather apps, so we can plan.
And it’s fun for pregnant people to have pink-or-blue big reveals on Instagram, so we can shop and gift accordingly.
And it would be helpful to know if our flight will take off next month, or when our kids will be back in schools.
But there’s something marvelous about letting God be God, and delighting in the mystery and the miracle, and not necessarily trying to predict and control every outcome.
Deuteronomy 29:29 says, ‘The LORD our God has secrets known to no one. We are not accountable for them, but we and our children are accountable forever for all that He has revealed to us, so that we may obey all the terms of these instructions.’
Everything we do or decide eventually becomes a story we’ll tell.
We get to choose how we’ll live these strange days, so that one day we can weave them into words worth recounting.
I do not want my story to go like this:
‘2021 was the year I got sucked into some ridiculous conspiracy theories. They distracted me from the truth of God’s Word, and they made Christians look stupid.’
We’re called to be the peace, not the panic.
Don’t fear Facebook. Fear the Everlasting God who reads your WhatsApps before you’ve tapped them out. Stand in awe of the Almighty who loves you so much that, before a word is even on your tongue? He knows it completely.
Imagine how anxiety levels across the continents might drop if we all spent more time finding God in His Word – and less time trawling the internet for sensational stories.
Ask Him for perspective, discernment, discretion, and insight.
Do the next right thing – like obeying the government.
If they ask you to get a vaccine to stem the terrible tide of a global pandemic? They’re not asking you to sin. They just want you not to be dead.
At the end of the age, some hectic stuff is going to go down.
But let’s not live in fear of someone tattooing 666 on our foreheads.
Let’s walk by faith in the Shepherd who leaves the 99 for the one.
He reigns on high. Our Redeemer lives. Nothing and no one can snatch us from His hand.
Friend, as we move into the spacious places of a new year, I pray we’d declutter by giving away love and laughter freely and courageously. I pray we’d throw out fear, and stockpile faith. I pray we’d be sold out to the Saviour who whispers,
Fear not. Fear not. Fear not.
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