Of Lions and Men
So this past weekend, I was privileged to attend a Ladies Conference in Springfield, Missouri (ye old stomping ground, by the way) with some of the FABulous ladies from my church.
So I don’t know about you, but with all the drama in Washington, the instability of our economy and the undoubtedly hostile attitude of the Middle East toward Uncle Sam and his children, I felt fear gripping my heart in a choke hold every time I watched the news or listened to Mark Levin. I would sit on my bed with my knees drawn up to my chin while bizarre and terrifying scenarios would flash across my overwrought imagination. And as cool as Katniss Everdeen and Tris Prior are, I’m convinced that a world like theirs would be far more formidable (and far less outmaneuverble) than they make it seem in the movies. I mean, we’re talking about World War III here. I had good reason to be terrified, right?
So can you guess what the topic of discussion was at the conference?
It always amazes me how the Lord works things out like that.
Needless to say, I was convicted about (what I thought was) well founded fear of the world I’m living and growing up in.
Because fear is never well founded.
“For God has not given us a spirit of fear…”
I’d heard it a hundred times before, but it hit me in a painfully vulnerable spot this time.
One of the speakers at the conference started giving random facts about lions, which I thought was a little strange at first. But one of the facts was that a lion’s roar can be heard up to five miles away.
I live about a mile away from the Topeka Zoo, and I know this to be true. When that lion at the zoo roars, you can hear it. Loud and clear. While you’re inside.
The illustration she gave about a lion’s roar was profound. She said, “Situations or scenarios, or material things can roar like lions. Sometimes they roar so loud that they shake the ground and become all we can hear…
…even if they are five miles away.”
That was when I knew I had a choice.
I could choose to live my entire life afraid of bad government and bad people, or I could live knowing my Heavenly Father has “the whole world in His hands.”
Does that mean I’m not ever afraid or I won’t ever be?
I don’t think so.
It’s what you do when you hear the lions roar, even if you know they aren’t close enough to hurt you.
When you hear the lion roar, seek shelter in the Lord, like a little child clinging to her daddy’s hand.
Don’t be afraid of the lions… sometimes they just roar to be heard.