Several deaths had occurred in my circle of family and friends. I attributed it partly to the change of seasons—more specifically, to the end of summer.
Life doesn’t like change, and we demonstrate that even in the breaks we anticipate and welcome. It can feel like forcing square pegs into a round hole.
Challenges can be dreadful. They sneak up from behind, grab, attack, and force us into fight-or-flight mode. Death creeps up on us like a silent serpent slithering in the swamp.
But we don’t have to run and hide as John did when the soldiers arrested Jesus. Our heavenly Father has our back, gently pressing us through whatever we face. The Enemy will dissipate like smoke drifting past us, a surprisingly gentle breeze. We stand in the clear with new things opened to us.
My daughter, Libby, gave me a beautiful, black wooden inscription one Christmas. I had endured a demanding episode at work with constant and agonizing battles. The plaque read, “The battle is God’s, not yours.” God fights our battles for us.
Humble yourself when confronted with anxiety. Don’t run away. Dig in your heels and claim all victories in Christ. Stand firm under God’s mighty hand.
Macy Johnson is a native Floridian living the lake-life in Georgia. She is an instrument of God’s blessings as a writer, church pianist, community accompanist, wife, mother, nana, Bridge player, adoptee, retired auditor, and member of Word Weavers International. Her “God Sightings” are published weekly in the Greensboro Herald-Journal. Find her at www.macymjohnson.com, macymjohnson@gmail.com, and on Facebook as Macy Martin Johnson.