An Intruder lurking outside the door...

After driving for 6 hours...

I arrived at the hotel outside of Nashville to spend the night. 
After a hot shower, I sank into bed and surrounded myself with those wonderful cloud-like pillows with my hair still wrapped in a towel.  I was exhausted and knew I would peacefully drift asleep in no time. 

Sliding into sleep, I suddenly heard the door knob move.  I froze.  Could it be someone was trying to get into my room?  I laid still and listened.  Again it moved.  Then there was a knock and I heard a male voice saying softly,  "Hello."   After a minute or two, I heard a knock on another door and another "Hello." 

He returned to my door and knocked again, and shouted, "Oh no! Oh no!"
This male voice was clearly unhinged and calling out someone's name in desperation.
His voices was that of a grown man, but his plea was that of a child who was lost. 
He continued shouting in the hallway but I could not understand what he was saying. 

I leaped out of bed and called the front desk to get help up to the 4th floor immediately. 
Knowing I had double bolted the door when I entered the room, I was not worried about anyone getting in.  Between me and this unstable person, was a secure door, which gave me much confidence that I would be safe in this room until someone took control of this situation. 

The door.  Yes, the door was my protection in this situation. 
I knew I had double bolted it, and I knew I was safe as long as I did not open the door. 
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Have you ever found yourself in a similar situation where you knew that you were safe as long as you stayed where you were? 

​Protecting ourselves from physical harm is a natural instinct, for at any moment we can be faced with a situation that may spiral out of control.

None of us desire to be a scaredy-cat, but we naturally have a fear of harm, anxieties about the unknown, and other preoccupations that draw us away from HIS inner peace.  

Reading Isaiah last night, the greatest of the writing prophets, I found myself feeling ashamed at the daily things I sometimes concern myself with.  This 8th century BC Israelite prophet prophesized about the coming of the Messiah, Jesus. 

Oh, how he faced objections from a sinful and wicked people, yet he was faithful to God.  Read it... this book will make the scaredy-cat in you feel ashamed and humbled.
I know I felt myself longing to say, "Forgive me Lord, for the petty and unimportant things I find myself worried about, about stepping out of my comfort zone to serve You, and things that are out of my hands." 

How we fret and worry about the little everyday things in life.  Why? 

According to Jewish tradition, Isaiah was sawed in half, suffering a horrific death. 
I stopped and dwelled upon this fact for a few minutes and questioned God.  But it is not mine to question HIM.  When we are His child, no matter what happens in life, we know we will be assured of a heavenly home for all eternity. 

The best solution for our fear is taking hold of the fact that HIS personal, unshakable promise to my well-being is that He will never leave me, nor forsake me.
 
I may go through a horrific trial, but my hold and grasp will be onto His nail-scarred hand. 

Lord, teach us to fear wisely.
Let us not be scaredy-cat's and fear the daily small things that come our way each day. 
Give us wisdom to heed those things that will alter our walk with You and steer us away from You.  We can live confidently knowing that we belong to You. No matter when the need arises, You are there, You hear.  (Romans 8:15) 

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The Lord is my Helper, I will not be afraid (Hebrews 13:6). 

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