Lately I've been seeing how much I let fear touch my day. Take this morning, for instant. I was having a lovely morning. It was only 5:30 and my husband had already made me giggle. I was just thinking how blessed I was and then I plugged in my phone. And checked my email. Which I shouldn't have done. And there was a bill. From Italy. From a company with which I have closed my account. Twice. And fear starts in my stomach and goes to the end of my fingers and toes. While making the bed I list in my head how this is A Problem and that Getting It Solved is going to be Stressful on Multiple Levels for at Least two Other People.
My head hurts.
And I know that in the grand scheme of things, this is a really little thing. It's not cancer. It's not a child running away from God. It's not ...
But that logic does nothing to lower my blood pressure.
And then I see this lovely word sâmak.
... for the Lord sustained me.
It literally means "to prop up"... you know - like the stick that is propping up my plant that is too tall. But, it doesn't just involve the propping thing - it involves what is being propped. My plant is putting it's weight on that stick. There's some pressure there.
And what I see in Psalm 3 is that God is faithful. In verse 2 people tell me that God will not be my salvation. I need
a plan
determination
psychology
a good attitude
to compare my issue with other bigger issues and then I won't care about mine any more.
And those might work a little. But I don't want to be satisfied with figuring out my bill. I want to be satisfied in God. Salvation from figuring this out might be nice... but something else stressful will come along. I want salvation from not being fear-filled. I want my instant reaction to be not fear - but to be God. And salvation belongs to the Lord. I'm glad He is propping me up.
