While teaching Sunday School this morning, I had one of those “I’m teaching to myself” moments.
I was re-telling the story of Jesus calming the waters of the Sea of Galilee, and I got to the point where the disciples were completely freaking out about the ship being covered by the waves. I asked the question, “do you ever find yourself so afraid that you forget to ask for help?”
Elliot laughed and said, “Yeah, every time I have to get my nose cauterized.” (He has been having a lot of problems with nosebleeds and such and I feel so sorry for him) Meagan and Chelsea laughed and we each took a turn to tell the things that scare us. I began telling them about how I memorized Psalm 56:3 when I was merely four years old. A tonsillectomy at that young age terrified me so greatly that I quoted that verse at every doctor and nurse who walked into the room.
Which probably clarified that I was indeed a very odd child.
But while I was sharing that story this morning, it suddenly hit me. I still run around frantically, worrying about things that I have no control over while the Lord waits for me to rush to Him and ask for help.
What time I am afraid, I will trust in Thee.