My worries appear reasonable. Physical facts support them. But—and this is a big “but”—they leave out the character and nature of God.
When I experienced some health issues that included fatigue and brain fog, assorted fears taunted me. The realization that aging could make me frail and vulnerable frightened me. I realized that when I feel strong I know that with God I can handle life. But when my ump to push though evaporates, my confidence fizzles.
I reexamined my premise: with God I can handle anything. I had to ask myself if I believed God could cover everything when I couldn’t help. Continue Reading