09/28/2026
Today, I was thinking about how easily the past can start speaking for the future.
How one hard thing can make us expect another one and another one.
How disappointment can teach us to brace instead of receive.
How fear can sound so reasonable when it’s wearing the voice of experience.
You’ve been hurt before, so be careful.
You’ve been fooled before, so don’t get too comfortable.
You’ve been disappointed before, so maybe don’t hope too much this time.
And if I am not careful, I start labeling my fears as wisdom.
But fear is not prophecy.
So I took my bible to the pond and prayed and laid it all out. And my mind kept going to Isaiah 43:19 - “Behold, I am doing a new thing!”
The past can teach us, but it doesn’t get to predict everything that comes next. Not every good thing is waiting to fall apart. Not every joy has to be held at arm’s length. Not every new chapter has to end the way an old one did.
I’m trying to notice the thoughts that make me shrink back and ask whether they are actually true or just schemes from the enemy to keep me small and keep me questioning.
So I reach and grab these thoughts.
Then I bring them back to God.
And I remind myself what is true and lovely and worthy of praise.
Today, my faith looked less like having no fear at all, and more like refusing to let that fear write an ending I don’t yet know.
It looked like believing that something can be good simply because it is a good gift from a good Father who sees me completely.
And learning to receive with open hands and be grateful. Because God is good. He is good at being God. He is good to me and will protect me. My worth is in Him, my faith is in Him, even if...