Sometimes I just need to hear truth. Truth that combats my feelings and quiets my fears. Truth that brings my blurry vision back into focus. That breathes peace into my troubled heart and stills my racing mind. Truth. Sweet truth.

“You shall know the truth, and the truth shall set you free.” Oh blessed thought!

Looking ahead, my future seems like a dark cloud that I can’t see through. It makes me want to instantly start making plans and back-up plans and back-up plans for my back-up plans. I want to sketch it all out in my head, so there’s no surprises and no blindside moments that I’m mentally unprepared to deal with. This planning gives me a sense of control and helps me to breathe with so much uncertainty ahead.

But how secure does that actually make me? I can’t prepare for every possible scenario. At some point, I won’t have control anymore and will be totally unprepared for what happens. So how realistic is it for me to map everything out in my head? Are all the hours of stress and all the headaches worth this false sense of security? This false hope?

Any security or hope is false if it is placed in me. Let’s just be honest. I am not God. And that’s just it. Where is He in all this obsessive planning?

He is the voice whispering in the corners of my heart, “My grace is sufficient for thee.” And when I am fretting about how fearful, doubtful, and obsessive I am, He is the thought that pops up out of nowhere saying, “My grace is made perfect in weakness.” When I’m drowning in my fears, He is the blissful reminder that “God has not given me the spirit of fear.” And when I just absolutely don’t know what to do, He is the calm assurance that “I will make your path straight.” When I don’t know if my circumstances are good or bad, He is the soft echo in my mind saying, “All things work together for good.” And He is responsible for that inexplicable peace when it makes no sense to feel it. When I just know everything will work out, but I have no logical reason for knowing it.

He is right there in the midst of it all. If only I had the sense to see it. If only I had the courage to embrace it. What heartache His truth would spare me!