But when I am afraid, I will put my confidence in you. (Psalm 56:3, TLB)
“You’ve got to find a way to let go of this,” my husband Lonny said. He pulled me close in the darkness. “Let me pray for you.”
Lonny prayed for grace and mercy. For protection for the child we worry over. For me to be able to trust and find peace. But soon my husband’s breath fell even, and I was still awake.
Fear was my companion.
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I don’t know what to do with this, Lord, I whispered. I tried to hand it over. To pass the burden from my heart to His hands. But then I retrieved it. Pulled it back and let it consume me. Cover me.
Fear is heavy. Fear is a burden. On my soul, it’s solid weight.
I’ve been working through the process of rejecting it. Of learning to place my focus on the Lord. But fear has a way of creeping in, and once it’s there, it grows.
The Lord is bigger. He is bigger than this fear. As soon as the words swept over my soul, a simple image came to mind.
Our schoolroom balance scale.
We’ve used it for years for mathematics. For measuring a small objects in grams. For comparing. Sometimes the boys load one side with action figures and the other with pennies or marbles, trying to balance it out, just for fun.
But that night the image was strong in my mind…
On one side was worry. And on the other side was the power of the Lord.
There was no comparison.
His might cannot be measured.
There really was no battle at all.
I held that image of a tipped scale. It brought comfort to my mama-heart. The Lord, in His grace, had given me peace. Eventually, I curled into my husband and drifted off to sleep.
God is greater. Greater than any circumstance. Greater than any fear.
In that truth, I could rest.
