Hit The Road Jack...And Don't You Come Back No More...

I was reading a blog the other day about this couple who sold a lucrative business and are now sitting pretty and decided to renovate an old barn into an office/living quarters just for the heckofit. I mean, what else are you going to do with all that money and time when you don't have to work and the world lays before you at your fingertips, ready for the plucking... Before I knew it, pity party had set up the dj table, balloons, finger foods and confetti guns as I sat there thinking, "Now wouldn't that be nice to not have to worry about money and rehab an old building just for the heckofit."

And then it hit me. Almost quite literally.

I don't have to worry about money. I choose to worry about money.

My God shall supply all of my needs according to His glorious riches in Christ Jesus. He even gives me a lot of my wants too. Worrying about how He's going to do it and where its going to come from is a choice I make. He is completely trustworthy. I can either live like I believe that, or waste precious emotional and mental energy disbelieving it. You know, it takes a lot more strength to disbelieve God than to just rest in His goodness. How do I know? I'm tired a lot. I'm weary. And I can tell I haven't been trusting.

So here's to living as if I believe He's faithful. Now if you'll excuse me, I need to go tell pity to pack up her party and hit the road.