If someone asked me who or what my worst enemy was (other than Satan and, unfortunately, myself), I wouldn’t even have to think about it. I know the answer. Fear. Sometimes it’s irrational, but other times, more frighteningly, it’s rational fear. Fear about the future, both the distant and the near. Fear about my own life, the lives of my parents, the lives of my family and friends. Fear of night, fear of the dark like I’m a five year old. Fear of stepping out of my comfort zone, fear of embracing change. These are not things I am proud of, although from a human perspective they are quite common.
However, fear = not trusting God. Unfortunately, it actually is that simple. Fearing for anything, whether big or small, is an indication of a lack of absolute trust that God’s will is perfect. If I fear being alone, I do not trust God when he says he will never leave or forsake me, or that he puts the lonely in families. I do not trust him when he says that he has plans to give me hope and a future; plans not to harm me, but to prosper me (Jeremiah 29:11).
God is sovereign. His will is perfect and his love for us is perfect. That
means that no, he will not leave us in our comfort zones, and yes, our lives will be shaken and will pass through fire. He loves us too much to let us stay the way we are, decaying like spiritual cadavers. Stripping away the rotting flesh and weaving new, living tissue takes time and pain, and sweat and blood.
But he will never leave us nor forsake us, and he will be with us until the end, come what may. He is God, and He is MY God, and I am HIS child. “Do not be afraid,” he says. “Take my hand.”