I am scared. I feel like a little girl about to enter into this huge, ominous looking cave–I am not sure if untold wonders are inside or untold terrors. I don’t know whether I should turn around and run or keep moving forward, inch by inch.
There is this deep tension and conflict inside of my heart: Run! Keep moving. Run! Keep moving.
I am your daughter, Abba. You promised me that I would know Your voice and that You would tell me where to walk. Thank you for reminding me that I don’t have to fear. I don’t have to be afraid. You are going to fight for me and teach me how to be obedient. You will teach me how to be still and trust y
Lord, I would rather have You than anything or anyone else in this world. If You want me to run, I will run. If you want me to move forward, I will move forward.
My only prayer is that You wouldn’t ask me to leave this place without:
“If your Presence does not go with me, do not send us up from here. 16 How will anyone know that you are pleased with me and with your people unless you go with me? What else will distinguish me and your people from all the other people on the face of the earth?”
If I ever need grace, it’s now.