I fear great things.

I know that with God, great things can and will happen. It is exciting, but deep down I am scared of the pressures that come after. The higher you go, the harder you fall. There is a voice in me that says, don’t go there – it’s too much work. 

I contradict myself so much. 

I would say that for me, the hardest part of my Christian life is not the fires nor the storms, but the days that come after. I have faith to cross the Red Sea, but no faith to cross the desert. 

What an analogy. I would rather lie low – stumbling and failing – on my own in Egypt, than be victorious in the Lord in the Promised Land.

“What if I stumble? What if I fall? What if I lose my step and make fools of us all?”

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