When this whole trial began, I immediately felt as though I was under some kind of spiritual attack.
An attack intended to elicit fear and sabotage my trust in Him. I know this sounds super hocus-pocusy, but stick with me.
I had recently been reading the words of Jesus as though for the first time. Those little words printed in red were coming alive in entirely new ways.
I read Matthew 25:31-46 and I could not shake it, those words quite frankly, they scared me.
Mercy! I was frightened that I might actually be one of the goats!
And you have to understand, the sound goats make, you know- “meh-eh-eh-eh”, it’s like the only animal sound that my husband has ever really “mastered”.
So immediately, I’m hearing this creepy, persistent bleating, as I consider how many times I’ve turned my back on “the least of these”, and therefore on Jesus Himself.
It caused a change in me. Not the creepy bleating, but the words of Jesus.
I began stepping out more boldly in faith, to serve and give.
I began deliberately silencing any doubts, listening to that still small voice, believing that He would provide.
