My Three Greatest Fears

My Three Greatest Fears

Here are my three greatest fears in this season of life:

  1. A family member dying
  2. The ministry I am starting failing
  3. A horrible accident or sickness coming upon Emily or me

I find myself awake at 3:00am thinking about these three on a regular basis (like right now).  The first scares me most because I’ll eventually have to face it.  I hate thinking about that fact.  The other two, well, they could easily happen too.

I know some people who would say that I shouldn’t admit to those fears.  They say the reason Job had all that bad stuff come on him was because he feared it.  “The thing I feared the most has come upon me.” (Job 3:25)  I’m pretty convinced that is bad theology, but still I wonder sometimes.  What if they are right?

I don’t know how I’ll handle any of this if and when it comes, but here’s what I have to command myself to believe when I can’t sleep.

No, in all these things we are more than conquerors through him who loved us. For I am sure that neither death nor life, nor angels nor rulers, nor things present nor things to come, nor powers, nor height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God in Christ Jesus our Lord.  (Romans 8:37-38)

My mind doesn’t naturally think this way so I need regular reminders.  I forget that I am a conqueror because of Jesus.

This Sunday we highlight the fact that Jesus reigns supreme over everything – death,  failure, sickness.  He wins.  Always.  And because he is so gracious, we win too. No matter what happens we will get through it and come out victorious on the other side.  That thought makes me so happy I could cry.