Contents of my stomach churned.

Reality set in.

What if I fail?

I think of Moses.

His objections.

God finally gave him a crutch.

And I wonder . . . what did Moses miss out on because he saw his own weakness instead of God's power?

I don't want to miss out.

Not on anything God has to offer me.

So I voice my fears to the man God has bound me to.

He reminds me.

It's not about me.

Even if I totally mess it up, God's will is going to be accomplished.

I am only a vessel.

He is the Creator.

Nothing depends on me.

Depending is my job, not His.


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