Palm of Dread

It’s morning again…

Sometimes, while I sleep, my subconscious meddles in God’s business, trying to solve problems. I awaken feeling like a giant palm is pressing down upon me.

But I am learning that the moment I blink awake, I must choose to “set my mind on things above, not on earthly things (Colossians 3:2),” like the Apostle Paul advised.

Paul wasn’t saying “Christian, find your happy place and dwell there” or “Switch off your brain today” or “Fantacize an alternate reality…”


The palm of dread lifts when we “inhale” God’s word, like a breath of pure oxygen.

For me, the waking weight evaporates when I breathe in God’s promises, like Philippians 4:19:

And my God will meet all your needs according to the riches of his glory in Christ Jesus.

  • He will meet ALL my needs.
  • Solutions will come from God (not me).
  • The “riches of his glory” are a limitless source.

The moment we choose to believe God, our faith becomes REAL — as real as a net filled to capacity with salmon—as real as full jars of honey rendered from honey comb—as real as a wedding ring that promises faithfulness—as real as the scars on our resurrected Savior. 

And if your faith feels weak, touch his scars:

By remembering the prayers he has answered.

By recalling his rescue from “certain” physical harm.

By acknowledging his mercy in protecting you from poor choices.

By recollecting deliverance from consequences that you deserved.

By calling to mind his faithfulness—when you were faithless.

By reminding yourself of the Holy Spirit’s miraculous guidance over the years.

Remember, too, that God’s mercies are new EVERY morning and that “…faith is confidence in what we hope for and assurance about what we do not see.” (Hebrews 11:1)




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