Thursday, October 6, 2011

I Am Israelite

I hate that its true.

I want to be the glowing example of a woman who trusts the Lord with all her heart, and leans on Him for all of her needs.

But I forget. Again, and again, and again, I forget that He is faithful. 

So I freak out unnecessarily.

I worry about things way beyond tomorrow. Things I can't possibly control from here. And things (when I stand back and get a little perspective) I know He already has in hand.

I am Israelite. 

"Send me back to Egypt, God! Yeah, I was a slave, but at least there was good food!"

Lord, help me to get a grip. 
This is not my life. Its Yours.
She's not my baby. She's YOURS.
This is not my story. Its Yours. 
And You, O God, are FAITHFUL!

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