I have huge faith that God can do big, impossible things. And I have huge faith that He loves me way more than I deserve. But….fear still creeps in. It still causes me to doubt. It still causes me anxiety over what the future holds. In reading through the gospels this week I’m reminded that faith merely activates the trust and belief that God hears me and will answer. The lie I’ve believed is that faith activates the response I want. I’m rebuking the lie, and standing in the truth that regardless of circumstances I’m better than ok and God’s got me in the palm of His hands. My life is pretty good: I don’t have cancer, I have a great job and a business, I have a big and special family, I have great friends, and I have the best dog ever. I wish that list included a husband, cause some men really been letting me be the one that got away. I wish it included some children, that my business was thriving more, and a list of other things. I know that I’m doing good and right things, and this is where I have to cling to knowing that most of my treasures are in heaven and not on this earth (Matthew 6:20 “but lay up for yourselves treasure in heaven….”) In Matthew 6:27 Jesus asks who by being anxious can add a single hour to the span of their life. We all know the answer is no one can, but yet many of us still hold on to anxiety. When I read chapter 6 I think of how my needs are met and how worrying didn’t contribute to any of it. Even my faith didn’t cause any of it to happen, but rather His compassion, grace and mercy. And for that I’m still thankful.