The news and social media is humming loudly about terror, murder, brutality and threats. Turning on television makes me sad and sometimes fearful. If I allowed myself to continue to be inundated with all the hatred without turning my fears over to Jesus, I might become a recluse.
During the toughest months of grieving my husband’s passing, I started a “blessing basket.” Each day little happy notes were dropped inside. When I felt overcome with sadness, I’d sit and read the notes. Doing so made me realize I had so much for which to be thankful. My blessings were more numerous than my fears.
Perhaps it is time for me to pull out the blessing basket again to help me focus on the positive, instead of the negative. Yes there are reasons to be fearful, but fear is the opposite of faith. I’d rather live with knowing there is nothing man can do to destroy me for God has promised me eternal life. I want to walk in Heaven with my family and friends when my journey here is ended. So until I’m called home, I am going to work on filling up my blessing basket!
Dear Father, My prayer is for peace as it is Your will. May You heal the hearts of those who are filled with hatred and fear. And may Your blessings fall upon Your broken people. In Jesus’ Name. Amen.
“The fear of man brings a snare, but whoever trusts in the LORD shall be safe.” (Proverbs 29:25)