Fear intensifies with the accumulation of things. The more I gain, the more I fear to lose.
At the edge of my self I find myself reading more, praying more, and not just for myself. And because these are means of grace, I am experiencing more of God, receiving more help and strength in my time of need. Fresh perspective. Hope. So while I am being challenged more than ever before, I cannot complain too much because I am gaining something far more valueable than anything I feel I am losing. More of Him. My center. My everything. Father, Son, and Holy Spirit. God.
My faith is precious. It was authored. It is being perfected. It was purchased with Someone’s life. It’s a gift.