Faith

In 6 days, at this time, I will be sleeping in a bed located in Colombia. Fear is setting in. The unknown is by far my biggest fear in this move. Fear even defines my dreams when I dream of Colombia. My mind can not wrap itself around anything other than the unknown, and in ALL of my thoughts about it, the resounding feeling that arises is fear. But my spirit is crying out from within me another tune. Peace, that surpasses all understanding. There is one thing I know, and it really is all I know about this journey. His name is Jesus Christ. In this knowledge of him, I indeed consider surpassing worth, and for his sake I suffer the loss of all things, even my grip on "all I've ever known." He is the Author and the Perfecter of my faith. And what is faith? "It is the...conviction of things not yet seen." <--The UNKNOWN.

I have been reading in 1 Kings. Over the last week I have read about Solomon and his journey to kingship. Right as Solomon became king, he worshiped the Lord in his own inadequacy, desiring God to be in charge. God looked down and saw his humility and took the position Solomon desired him to have...FULL CONTROL. Then he asked Solomon what he could give him, blessing him for his humility. We know the story after that...

I have bound myself to the service of God as Solomon did. Humbly taking an incredible position, but completely inadequate to fulfill it apart from his grace. This is my moment on a "high place." My place of worship and surrender, and I am crying out to God as Solomon did. Now I don't know if the Lord has asked me the question of "What can I give you?" but I do believe that if it is not being asked, I have the boldness to enter into the throne room and humbly ask him, if need be. And that is what I have done.

Tonight, I asked the Lord to give me authority over fear. To walk as he walked, but more specifically as his disciples walked after he ascended, not being afraid of what they didn't know, but acting in faith. Acting in faith...even unto death. My mom has told me for years that fear and faith can not abide together. But they have. One at a time, but definitely both.

I draw my line in the sand, I make my altar. I will stand in faith.