Fear and comfort oozed into my life simultaneously. They don’t seem to belong together, but are complimentary companions. The fear arrived abruptly, interrupting an ideal Saturday night complete with my husband, a movie, and a bowl of ice cream. It came in the form of a pain that took away my breath. Only eight weeks into my pregnancy, I understood all about typical growing pains; but I also had the memory of two prior miscarriages. And so with thirty seconds of discomfort, the seed of fear began to grow into hours of worry.
Within moments, the soothing balm of His Word impressed upon my heart, “Be still and know that I am God.”
Between the verse, prayer, and a night of rest, I felt soothed. Replaying my doubts on the drive to church the next morning began the cycle again. However, as we rounded a corner, another application of the ointment stared at me from a church’s marquee: “Be still and know that I am God.”
My body and my actions were quite capable of following this command to be still, to not worry. My mind was another story. Yet, when the fear presented itself, so did that verse reminding me that God was in control. I heard it on the radio, in Bible studies, and read it in my morning devotions. It became my theme for the pregnancy.
At some point, it seemed that my fears concerning something ominous happening to Kelsey before birth seemed to ease, only to be transferred to the thought of her childhood, her life. I wanted to protect her from harm. How would that be possible in a world filled with so many hazards? We would show her the love of Jesus. We would pray that she would love Him, know Him, and look to Him in all things.
Though not in the manner I wanted, that’s what happened. She knows Him completely and everyday walks basking in the love of Jesus. So perhaps the verse wasn’t for me after all. It’s her life story.
*This post is part of the series, "Kelsey's Story." The series begins with the post titled, "Marge." Thanks for reading.