I never used to be afraid. I was all faith.
Or so I thought.
What I feared most was being forgotten. I was afraid to live an insignificant life.
During one weekend away spent in whitespace, I decided to share my list of disappointments with God. After writing pages and pages of unanswerable dilemmas, God gently and lovingly brought two pictures to my mind:
* In the beginning, there was nothing.
It was in nothing, the Holy Spirit hovered, where God created something.
* Mary’s empty womb. How can this be? she asked.
It was in nothing, the Holy Spirit hovered again, where Jesus became flesh.
Nothingness. That’s me! I had never been so happy to discover I had become the perfect place for Jesus to rest in.
It irrevocably changed my direction. I decided to stop setting my sights on where I was going or what I would end up doing in the future. I set my sights on who I was walking with — Jesus.
I realized the best life — the most significant life I can live — is the one I grow in my faith.
In the Old Testament, the patriarchs of faith recognized God’s blessings by taking possession of a physical Promised Land. God’s presence was symbolized by physical blessings of harvest and goods.
This all changed after Jesus arrived in the New Testament. The author of Hebrews tells God prepared a spiritual blessing – something better.
“And all these [patriarchs of faith listed earlier],
having gained approval through their faith,
did not receive what was promised,
because God had provided something better for us…
fixing our eyes on Jesus,
the author and perfecter of faith”
Our something better isn’t a plan.
Our something better is a Person.
Our spiritual Promised Land is life with Jesus.
Snippets from a worthwhile post: here