We walked into church and looked at our programs. The sermon topic: Do not worry.
“I guess that’s a good one for you before you go to your conference,” my husband said.
I shook my head. “I’m not worried. I’m good.”
And I believed that. Until the sermon. As the preacher spoke word upon word, the Holy Spirit sliced through my heart. I was worried. Maybe not about the things I’ve been worried about in past years, but worried all the same.
And a life lived in worry is a life not lived by faith. And whatever isn’t from faith is sin. So I discovered I had some repenting to do. I know whom I have believed. And I need to trust Him for all things.
So the sermon I thought I didn’t need was the one I needed after all. Isn’t God good?