A while back I pretty much decided that I wouldn’t go anywhere that required air travel. It didn’t seem like that much of a sacrifice. I’ve flown before–been to California, Las Vegas, New York and a few places in between. I just couldn’t think of anything I wanted to get at bad enough to climb aboard an airplane to reach it.
My fear isn’t as simple as being afraid of something going wrong. It’s more of an issue with giving a stranger such utter control over my very self. And then this writing thing started to happen. And there are conferences and events and places I might need to go. Far away places.
I finally decided that if God wanted me to get on an airplane, then by golly he’d put me on one. And so he is. Tomorrow I fly to Minneapolis. Oh, I checked driving directions and Greyhound and Amtrak, but it just wasn’t practical to do anything but get on an airplane. So I will. So I am.
Which is what gave me the idea of giving up fear for Lent. I’ve been living with this idea of NOT being afraid since Ash Wednesday. And I think it’s taking hold. God has yet to ask me to do anything by myself. I trust he’ll be right there with me tomorrow.
And the funny thing? I’m kind of excited. The idea of doing something not by my own strength but through the Holy Spirit is thrilling. And peaceful. When God says, “Go,” the only thing to do is start moving. And if God says, “Go,” how can I possible go wrong?
Proverbs 3:5-7 – Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding;in all your ways submit to him,and he will make your paths straight.
Tune in to Facebook–I’ll keep you posted.