Well, I am back. I decided to take the Christmas break and soak up as much of my family as I could. I planned on getting back to writing when the kids went back to school today. Today came and the kids are out of school because of record low temps. My luck. Despite the change in plans, I am writing. I am going to spend this week recapping the women’s conference we just held on Azaiah’s 1st heavenly birthday, Finding Purpose In The Pain.
This is our story.
The night that Azaiah died there were a few anchors of faith that grounded me in the storm. Before the ambulance even got to my house I recognized I fear God. I fear the God who created and sustains the universe. I fear the God who parts seas for his people. I fear the God who resurrects the dead. I fear the God who is my judge.
The fear of the Lord is the beginning of wisdom. Psalm 111:10
In the moment that death came to my house I feared God. I hated what was happening. I was afraid. I was in shock. I was stabbed with pain. But I also made a decision, in my fear, to recognize that it is not my place to question God. I am human. He is divine. Fearing him really is the beginning. Fear is the first step of faith we must take.
The amazing thing about fearing him is that once we do he tells us we don’t have to be afraid. This awe-inspiring God who wields the power of lightning and oceans in his hands says, after you get what I am, after you fear me, don’t be afraid.
Don’t be afraid, for I am with you. Don’t be discouraged for I am your God. I will strengthen you and help you. I will hold you up with my victorious right hand. Is. 41:10
When you face your moment of loss, whatever it is, resolve to fear your creator. Commit now to give up your carnal desire to question him. Fear him. Fear God. Then trust that God who deserves to be feared.