This week as I prepare for the new transition of Bernie starting school, my heart is torn between feeling excited about another new chapter, but also holding tightly to this short, but significant season God has gifted us in Virginia Beach. Have I mentioned I hate change? I know it can be fun and exciting, but you see, I have this thing about being fearful and anxious of the unknown.
Fear…it can be a nasty little monster that rears it’s ugly head at the most inopportune times.
Over my vacation, I had the joy of reading a lot. One book I’m still slowly inching my way through is Ann Voskamp’s One Thousand Gifts and I just can’t seem to stop talking about it. In one chapter she addresses fear and recalls a tender Truth the Lord whispered to her heart that has been both comforting and reassuring to me:
“All fear is but the notion that God’s love ends. Did you think I end, that My bread warehouses are limited, that I will not be enough? But I am infinite, child. What can end in Me? Can life end in Me? Can happiness? Or peace? Or anything you need? Doesn’t your Father always give you what you need? I am the Bread of Life and My bread for you will never end. Fear thinks God is finite and fear believes that there is not going to be enough…In Me, blessings never end because My love for you never ends. If My goodness toward you end, I will cease to exist, child. As long as there is a God in heaven, there is grace on earth and I am the spilling God of the uncontainable, forever-overflowing-love-grace.”