Refuse Cynicism
And fear and worry . . .
Hello Friends,
This “My Jesus” reflection was inspired by my recent post titled Sing for Joy, a short essay on trusting and praising the Lord no matter what. Just so you know, I am always preaching to myself and reminding myself of truth. I have certainly not perfected this faith thing. Writing is my way of processing truth by helping me work through the things I don’t understand and to grasp the deeper concepts. Writing bolsters my faith.
But my steps on this faith journey don’t always land where they should. Sometimes I stumble down the what if path. Sometimes I allow my mind to race off down the rocky trail of worry. And sometimes I just don’t see the bright side. You see, even though I declare that Jesus empowers me to do so, I don’t always reject fear. I don’t always cast off worry. And I don’t always refuse cynicism. Sometimes that silly glass is half empty. But by His grace, I am able to squelch the fear and trample down the worry more often than I used to. Thanks to His grace and mercy, I am moving in the right direction.
Because of His goodness to me in showing Himself faithful (Deut. 7:9; Hosea 11:12; 1 Cor. 1:9 and 10:13; 2 Cor. 1:18), I am more able to walk in faith.
Because He is my peace (Eph. 2:4), I can choose peace (Ps. 29:11).
And since He is the source of all joy (Ps. 43:4), I can embrace joy (Ps. 63:7 and 71:23).
My Jesus continues to grow me and teach me, to empower and encourage me, and for all this, I am so grateful. I know He does the same for all those who earnestly seek Him.
In Christ,
Janice



"I have certainly not perfected this faith thing." I love this, it is so true for me. Please keep sharing. Continued prayers for you and your health journey.
Yes, Janice. Thank you for putting to words the flesh-vs.-spirit war we wage, this side of Heaven. I love, and also hate, that sometimes I’m reduced to, “Lord, I might not feel or see it (the heart is deceitful, and faith is sometimes blind), but I CHOOSE You.” But, He is faithful, even when I’m clinging to Him by my fingertips, and we rest in what He did, not what we do. What a gorgeous God we serve!